Pizza, The New Normal

In Jersey, you ate pizza by the slice, fast, folded, back against the wall. You faced the door, wary, watchful. Mouth shredded, you grabbed your soda to go. You had things to do. Knowwhutimean?

In Chicago, you sat at a table. The pizza was big as a cow and you ate it like a freaking steak. That’s how they do there. Sometimes two layers to fuel up. You lingered with friends until stuffed to bursting. Baby, it’s a blizzard outside.

Now, in SoCal, I nuke a frozen pizza alone in isolation after Lysol-ing the box. The new normal.


Written for the Carrot Ranch Challenge.

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16 responses to “Pizza, The New Normal

  1. A frozen *whut*?!

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  2. Having come from Chicago, I can tell you that most of the people who eat the stuffed pizza are tourists. Most of us like pizza with a thin crust (but not too thin).

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  3. How things change.

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  4. That Lysol always kills it for me.

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  5. I cannot stomach frozen pizza. For some reason, it always tastes like its been sprayed with Bactine.

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  6. I don’t mind frozen but I do prefer freshly baked.


  7. This is a poignant piece on pizza.

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  8. Slick writing, Paula. I love how you got close to pizza in different place then drew back to isolation times.

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