All Saturday during the day I kept finding myself smiling inwardly or giggling as I pictured how good the pizza was going to taste. Spiderman finally stopped asking me. He would just say, “Thinking about the pizza again, huh?” and I would grin like a possum and bob up and down like a cork (my usual indicators of extreme joy).
Doesn’t that look amazing?
Here it is up close.
It was, without a doubt, the best pizza I’ve had in a long time. We used the new pizza pan since the old pan is behind the digital radio to give us better reception. It was smoky, spicy, tangy and crispy.
We had enough sausages left to make another dish the next day and then I froze one for when the next sausage pizza craving comes over me again.
I called it Don’t miss it pizza because that is what it is.
I don’t miss sausage and cheese because I know they cause suffering.
I sometimes miss the tastes of those animal parts, but I don’t have to miss the flavour because I can make a delicious, healthy, vegan, gluten free substitutes.
I don’t miss it at all.