A taste of home

[slipjig3]

I have a million and twelve reasons to adore my sister, but she somehow managed to bump up the count by one. How? For Christmas, she sent me a little taste of home, in the form of two Chicago-style deep-dish pizzas, one sausage, one pepperoni, shipped frozen courtesy of Tastes of Chicago.

Ohhhh, yes.

I had rafaela throw the sausage one in the oven so it would be ready when I got home. And no, it can't possibly be the same as ordering one fresh from Geno's East, but it was close enough that it took all of two bites to age-regress me to about ten or so; I was happy-dancing in my chair. Snarfed half, and bagged up the other half for lunch. Life, as they say, is good.

Oh, and they also ship Carson's ribs and Eli's cheesecakes. (I really need to do something about the unsightly drool stains on this shirt....)

Comments

[cyan-blue.livejournal.com]

That is love.

My ex acquired me some NYC pizza recently... that was love, too!

[slipjig.livejournal.com]

*grin* Must be the season!

[kraftygal.livejournal.com]

I adore, adore, adore pizza. Especially good pizza. And yes, there is bad pizza, not really "bad" but you know "bad" when you've had great. Did that make sense? :)

Great gift!

[slipjig.livejournal.com]

It did make sense, yes. Pizza, for some reason, is an intensely complicated issue.

[engagefriction.livejournal.com]

Yay for happy memories! :-)

I too had pizza last night, although it sounds like yours was tastier, and I still have an upset stomach from mine! Argggghhhh!!!



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[slipjig.livejournal.com]

*laugh* Thanks!