The Great Pizza Caper!

For those of you who have been pregnant, know someone pregnant, have been AROUND someone pregnant, you have probably experienced the spontaneous exclamations of overwhelming desire for some food item…also known as a “CRAVING”!

Well, the future spaghetti-bender (ie: the baby) has been demanding lasagna, macaroni, and finally…PIZZA… Now a craving for pizza, most would think…cheap…easy…no problem, now I don’t have to cook dinner!

Problem #1. Has to be Gluten Free Pizza

Problem Solution – Jules Pizza in Doylestown, awesome GF Pizza…Yummy!

Problem #2. Craving has hit at 9:45pm, Jules closes at 8pm

Problem Solution – Grandma’s Grotto Pizza, not as awesome, but still…a yummy solution!

Problem #3. GF Pizza is not cheap

Problem Solution – Skip delivery and pick it up, thus saving the delivery cost…cheap’er solution!

Problem #4. Ricky doesn’t want to go out again for the umpteenth time

Problem Solution – I’ll go pick it up!

So the order is placed and the foaming at the mouth in anticipation begins…The order will be ready in about 20 minutes...The pizzeria is about 10 minutes away…

And then there it is…on the table...the red, white and green box gleaming bright…I grab plates while Ricky grabs the pizza cutter and opens the box to dish it up…

He gets a perplexed look on his face…7 pieces of pizza, with the 8th piece glaringly MISSING!?!

TINA!!!!!!!!!! (insert TINA into the sound byte for Ricky Ricardo calling “Lucy”)

Umm...pleading the 5th…

(But seriously, you try being in the car for 10 minutes smelling the very melted mozzarella, steaming tomato and basil over a thin slightly doughy, just the right crunchy crust of the thing called pizza that you've been craving, I dare you!)

< - Obviously not our pizza...but it looked something like this beauty here, ORIGINALLY:)




Lesson Ricky learned that night – if you send a pregnant woman to pick up your pizza, be happy if ANY of it makes it back to the house, never mind 7 out of 8 pieces!