It's cheese. It's cold. Deal.

Once I'd removed the now-hot-and-greasy frozen pizza from the oven, the thought immediately dawned on me that I could put come cold cheese on it. *slather, then sigh* You can take the boy out of Oneonta, but you can't take Oneonta out of the boy. Even with radical surgery.

Oh, and belated-by-12-minutes birthday wishes to chiara607! *hugses*