Claire
Master Chef
As a general rule, I find even a poor pizza still OK. But here's a story.
My husband's birthday and mine are a day apart. I'd planned a great weekend for us. We got to the condo I'd reserved to find it filthy from the last tennants, so opted out of that. Then we went to a beach-side location for a picnic with all of the food I'd packed for the condo weekend, only to find the location taped off with crime scene tape and cops all over the place. Finally we decided to go to our neighborhood sushi bar for a little saki and sushi, only to find that it was out of business. Home again, we decided on a delivered pizza only to find it totally inedible. We just gave up and went to bed, having pretty much exhausted our options. The "coffee table" I had (still do) is really a Japanese table meant for dining, very wide. We left the pizza on the table as we stumbled up to bed. In the morning we got up to find that our very small puppy (no way could she even see the top of the table) and savvy cat, sitting there, bellies full, burping. Pizza on the floor. The cat had literally pulled the pizza on the floor to share it with the puppy (she cold have easily climbed up and kept the pizza to herself).
Oh, well; one's trash is another's treasure.
My husband's birthday and mine are a day apart. I'd planned a great weekend for us. We got to the condo I'd reserved to find it filthy from the last tennants, so opted out of that. Then we went to a beach-side location for a picnic with all of the food I'd packed for the condo weekend, only to find the location taped off with crime scene tape and cops all over the place. Finally we decided to go to our neighborhood sushi bar for a little saki and sushi, only to find that it was out of business. Home again, we decided on a delivered pizza only to find it totally inedible. We just gave up and went to bed, having pretty much exhausted our options. The "coffee table" I had (still do) is really a Japanese table meant for dining, very wide. We left the pizza on the table as we stumbled up to bed. In the morning we got up to find that our very small puppy (no way could she even see the top of the table) and savvy cat, sitting there, bellies full, burping. Pizza on the floor. The cat had literally pulled the pizza on the floor to share it with the puppy (she cold have easily climbed up and kept the pizza to herself).
Oh, well; one's trash is another's treasure.