The Eternal Struggle -- When Will The Pizza Arrive!

Stoic, fearful, sometimes petulant, these patient kids waited a full 20 minutes for the pizza to come to the table without exploding in anguish.

I freely fess up to being a lover of pizza, both fair and not-so-fair. But if I have to choose, I'll take the good stuff.

A moment of delicate emotions occurs when the family comes out of a rainy Oregon night, labors collaboratively to choose the toppings, then is forced to wait a spell until the dinner arrives.

Those first few minutes when everybody is eating, talk is minimal as the hot cheese and pepperoni reminds (the Jewish pizza eaters) that life is not only samsara, but we can catch glimpses of nirvana, especially when really hungry and eating a fine slice.

A good pizza experience can turn the impossible task into merely a challenging chore.

I get comfort from many types of food, but pizza is particularly joy-inducing.

Stoke!