It’s always been there for you. An indulgence. A convenience. You’ve made it at home with the family more times than you can count. You’ve devoured it at sleepovers. You’ve had it through thick and thin, piping hot, and cold from the refrigerator. And it always rules. Share your best pizza tale!
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My Dad and Mom used to take us to the Pizza Hut when we were kids. My brother and I would get a quarter for the jukebox and we could play 3 songs. I think we enjoyed that as much as the pizza, we thought we were so cool! This was back in the sixties, when pizza parlors had dark wood, and candles on the tables because it was so dark inside. To this day, it's just not the same- I miss eating pizza in the dark!
I used to work at Pudge Bros. Pizza. One day, I worked a particularly brutal opening shift; hours and hours without a break since I was the only driver on, and no time to hit a drive-thru. I came in after Delivery #57372392, ready to throw my uniform shirt off and pound sand, when I saw a small cheese pizza coming out of the oven. I grumbled and grabbed a box for it. "It's for you," said Gretchen, my manager (and my hero at that very moment!). "You've been running all day and I know you're hungry. I hope just cheese is okay, I know you're a vegetarian but I wasn't sure what toppings you liked..." I nearly cried right then and there. What a nice thing to do, and just when I needed it!
1948-maybe 49. My oldest sioster took the entire famioly to a new restaurant in Gary, Indiana, to try a new dish called Pizza Pie. It was cut in wedges. I frowned at the tomato sauce, almost refused to try it. I was 6 and hated new anything. But the aroma won me over and I put the very tip end in my mouth and pulled. The cheese stretched. The sauce oozed. And I began a 60 year love afair. :-)
My best pizza tale is when i was 10 years old. My Mother and I were out shopping, and this is when the downtowns we famous. We were walking past a bank and I found $30! Well, long story short we brought it to the police department and put a ad in the paper, no one claimed after 30 days, so I got the money. Well, I decided to be nice to my family and treated them to pizza. I had 3 sisters and Mom and Dad. But at 10, over 40 years ago, the money went far, I was able to treat them to pizza and got some money to spend for myself. Good memories.
My favorite pizza memory repeats itself ever Friday night. If we are at home we make pizza and if we are out, we go somewhere for pizza. We have put everything on pizza from spaghetti to mac & cheese and billions of other things! We have had this tradition going for 25 years and have only skipped it the couple of times tht Christmas fell on a Friday.
A few years back during mine and my siblings spring break, we got pizza from a different place every single day once my dad got home. We still talk about it now and it's one of my best spring break memories. So simple, yet so much fun.
