I almost made pizza tonight. Half-way through the dough, though, I realized that I didn’t have any mozzarella…or sauce…or mushrooms…or even broccoli, onions, pineapple, etc. I do have dough, though, should any of those other items make their way into my apartment.

So I ordered a pizza in my failed one’s stead. It tastes somewhat of defeat�but mostly of cheese.