Last night I went out for pizza. When we got there and were seated, the server brought us our menus, and I almost died laughing. Please see the description of the schiacciata:
Yeah. I apologize for the fuzziness of the photo, but I was shaking with laughter as I took it.
(Just what is a pizza doe? Is it a pizza-cooking deer, or some strange new genus wherein the yeast gains consciousness, takes control, and prances off into the moonlit forest glen? If there is a pizza doe, is there a pizza buck and a pizza fawn named Bambizza? Is a flattened pizza doe roadkill?)
It was all too much. With images of a flattened and halved pizza doe dancing in my head, I went vegetarian and got a mushroom pizza. It came out normal and round. And tasty.
Here is a forest song. If I became a wolf, I would definitely hunt pizza does.
Blitzen Trapper - Fur
And as a bonus, here is an Italian song that the Blitzen Trapper song brings to mind. Although its tone is much more cynical.
Fabrizio de André - Coda di Lupo
1 comment:
Maybe it's some type of secret Virginia specialty.
Maybe it's Lily's (HP's mom) patronus when hungry???
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