Friday, July 2, 2010

Oh Domino

My diet has been pretty disgusting lately.  I had about two weeks of eating healthily - i.e. stocking the fridge with fresh fruit, snacking on carrots (yes, carrots - if you know me, you'll know that this is a huge step), nuts, etc.  Then it all spiralled out of control.  My memory's a bit hazy, but I think my descent into the fifth circle of junk food hell (where I presently reside) started when we went over to visit John's bro, Tom, who had just had his appendix out.  Upon arriving at his and Cristy's awesome new flat in Finsbury Park, they suggested we order Domino's pizza.  Now, I don't think I've ever had Domino's in the UK, but I've had my fair share of pizzas (Pizza Express, anyone?) and they've all been very tasty ... just not ... very ... American. 

I love American pizzas.  Don't get me wrong, I really like the more authentic ones that are served here (with a sprinkling of cheese, a sprinkling of parma ham ... and a sprinkling of not much else) too, but it's like someone saying they enjoy Tex-Mex more than authentic Mexican food.  Is that bad?  Probably.  Do I care?  Not really.  I love a thick, deep dish pizza with a loaded crust, lots of toppings and lashings of cheese.  I love toppings and cheese that melt into each other and that amazing sight of black olives, green peppers and pepperoni toppling over as I attempt to pull a slice from the box.  That's the best pizza moment.  So when our Domino's pizza arrived at the door (we did half and half - The Extravaganzza for me and The Sizzler for him), I was expecting a watered down version of our greedily-loaded pies, but nearly wept with joy when being greeted with the same, piping hot, deep dish, topping-filled pizzas of the USA.

As I was a guest in Tom and Cristy's new home, I behaved myself and didn't act too excited, but inside, I was jumping for joy.  After that, not even a week had passed before John asked, "Should we order Domino's tonight?" and I couldn't pass it up.  It's not even like we eat pizza a lot at home in Washington - maybe once in a while, but for some reason, I've been missing it almost as much as I miss the Costco hot dogs

And you know, it's Friday ... I've been running ... working hard ... where's that delivery number?

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