Pizza. It’s one of those universal things that everyone just loves. In my opinion, anyone who doesn’t at least like pizza cannot be trusted. There’s melty cheese and warm crispy bread and sauce- like what is there not to love? And then there’s the utter accessibility. You can order a pizza and have it delivered to you as you drink a couple glasses of wine and watch love affairs gone wrong on the ID channel. No drinking and driving. It just comes to you. It’s just so convenient.
But one snowy day, pizza delivery failed me. One glass of wine into a Wives with Knives marathon, I attempted to order a quick pizza and was rejected. “Sorry ma’am, we’re not delivering due to inclement weather.” Excuse me? This is winter in Detroit. There’s always inclement weather. Unacceptable. I was forced to stomp into the kitchen and make my own.