The Pizza Critic

For those of you who have been reading my blog - you'll likely be aware of the fact that my son doesn't eat a wide variety of foods.  If it's not bacon, pizza or pasta - odds are he won't touch it....and will likely go on a hunger strike until the offending morsel of food is removed from his plate.


Last night I happened to be at a friend's place for dinner.  The friend is Enrico...and he's Italian - and man...can he ever through down a mean homemade za!


I won't bore you with the details about my visit to Enrico's place....not that it was boring, just not relevant to where this blog posting is going.  


As I was preparing to leave (many hours later)...Enrico offered me the leftover food.  I was stuffed as it was...but I thought that my son might enjoy it as a change from the usual pizza we make him at home.


So...this morning as we're getting him ready for school - and after Nicholas invited me to his Christmas Concert this evening (apparently he's singing John Lennon's Imagine)...I told him that I had a surprise for him.


"Oh boy!  What is it?"


"Food."


"Food isn't a surprise - you give me that everyday!"


"But this is different food.  It's homemade pizza imported from Mississauga!"


"Really? Let me see!"


So I grab the pizza from the fridge and start to unwrap the foil.


"Ohhhhhhh Daddy!  That looks tasty....where'd you get it?"


"I told you - it's imported from Mississauga.  Remember I went out last night for dinner?  Well - I brought you something"


"Can I try it?"


"Ummm...yeah....that's the whole idea.  Take a bite - and if you like it, you can take it to school for lunch"


"Are you kidding me?"  My son seems to think that I can never be serious...not sure how that happened, but I don't question these things.


"No.  I'm not kidding.  Here...give 'er a whirl."


A little hand grabs a slice....and he starts to examine it.


"Hey....it's not cut in the correct slices.  Are you sure this is pizza?"


"Yeah man - I'm pretty sure....look...there's cheese, and salami....and sauce and crust.  Yeah - that would be pizza.  I ate some last night....just because it wasn't round doesn't mean it isn't pizza."


"Hmmmm....well.....ok."


A bite is taken....


"Well little man?  What's the verdict?  Is it good stuff or what?"


"It's awesome daddy!  Can I take it all to school?"


"You sure can little dude."


"Thanks Daddy....and thank Enrico for me too!  And why don't you make pizza like this?  You really should you know!"


Sigh...thanks Enrico - you screwed me again Pennypacker!  :)  Now I likely can't go to your place without the expectation that I'll be coming back with pizza in hand....good thing you've got that cool stove with the two ovens.