It’s been a while since I’ve done one of these, but I just had some really good pizza and I want to share. I finally tried Casey’s pizza. I say finally because it’s been a few years now since I’ve heard on repeat that Casey’s pizza is really good from co-workers and friends. I can’t tell you why I haven’t tried it out until now, but I can tell you what made me suddenly pick it up this weekend.
Casey’s pizza is gas station pizza. You wouldn’t expect pizza that you can pick up from a gas station to taste so good, but one of my co-workers from a while ago was right. This pizza, seemingly more simple than the ones you can get at Pizza Hut or Domino’s or Papa John’s, actually tastes not only better, but pretty good. I hate to say this, but I went in with low expectations since experiences usually turn out better when I do that and when I did, the pizza turned out to taste a lot better than I thought it would. I’m always afraid of the overhype. Too many “it’s so good” comments turns me off once I really try whatever is “so good.”
First of all, whenever I order a pizza, or anything, for that matter, I make sure I get meat. I got the sausage pizza and it actually costs more if you wanted a veggie pizza. Most pizza places charge a base price and then $1.00 or so more for every extra topping that you want. Casey’s charges $11.99 for a base price and that’s cheaper than those chain places I just named. When I showed up to pick up my pizza, there was a lady making it by hand. The box says the dough is made from scratch and the mozzarella cheese used is made from whole milk. I believe it. This makes the difference in taste as compared to other pizzas I have tried in the U.S. I like this one better than even Costco’s pizza, which I had originally ranked the highest that I have had so far in the U.S.
Getting me to try this pizza is all in how you sell it to me. The last person I talked to about this pizza was just a couple of weeks ago who also happened to be a co-worker and this particular co-worker got me to try it because of two reasons. One, I’ve tried something else this co-worker recommended and it turned out really well. Two, this co-worker is in sales. That’s what it took to get me to try and I’m certain I will be going back for more. Casey’s is a cheaper alternative that tastes better. It’s a no-brainer for me whenever I have a pizza craving.
September 15, 2018 – Nerdy 30s Ladies of KC – I went into this thinking I was going to get your typical café experience: one where you order a latte and a pastry and then sit down to a nice conversation with your friends. I was not prepared for what actually happened that day.
I saw some familiar faces, but I met many new ladies as well. One stood out in particular for her strong-willed nature. I admired her strength when it comes to making big life decisions in the realm of changing careers. I think personalities like this makes me feel motivated in my life to go for it in situations where I’m a little more scared or hesitant to put one foot in front of the other. I like this kind of inspiration, the kind that pushes me.
I can’t remember what kind of doctored up coffee drink I got, but I do remember the kangaroo meat I tried. I definitely did not wake up that morning thinking I would try an Australian delicacy. But while ordering my drink, here it was in the window, enticing me to try it. So I did. And boy did it taste gamy. I will never have it again I’m sure, but at least I have given it a try. I wonder if it basically tastes like deer meat? I guess there’s only one way to find out…
If I had to pick a final meal before getting a lethal injection I bet I would find it somewhere lost in my couch. Maybe it’ll be a piece of steak with a side of broccoli and a glass of sweet tea. I’ll need that steak cut up into very chewable pieces thank you very much. Wouldn’t want to choke to death before being put to death. Maybe it’ll be a gigantic buffalo chicken sandwich with a loaded baked potato and a glass of sweet tea. I know exactly where to find that and it’s definitely not in my couch. Or maybe it’ll be a homemade pasta in pomodoro sauce with exactly three beef meatballs, grated parmesan and olive oil drizzled on top. Or I’ll have rib and lotus root stew with a side of rib and seaweed stew and a plate of shredded spicy vinegar potatoes. Or how about some Kraft mac and cheese.
Obviously I can’t decide, but I do know my very last meal would be super delicious and most likely include meat and a glass of sweet tea. And it would be really nifty if I could literally find it lost in my couch somewhere. A girl can dream.
Stuffed shells. I used to see that on a pink hot lunch order form in elementary school. I would get it every time it was on there. Love will do that to you when you’re a kid. Later my fifth grade teacher informed us that we order from the leftovers from the high school/middle school hot lunches. I was very grateful there were still stuffed shells available by the time the pink form got down to us. I think stuffed shells were also my first dive into the Italian pool. That’s all it took and I’ve been swimming in that pool ever since.
Instant noodles. I guess I’m thinking more specifically of instant ramen. And even more specifically, the Kang Shi Fu brand. That one was mom-approved until instant noodles weren’t in general when she found out they are “bad” for you. By the time I was 12 I had finally learned how to make some on my own and I would happily make some for myself right after school. Hey, I was a growing kid and after a long day in school I would be so hungry I needed a snack before dinner. But even though I know now it’s the not a healthy snack, every once in a while I get a craving and I just have to have some.
Hot dogs. Processed meat. My grandma was watching me once when I was seven and she let me have three in a row because she saw how much I loved eating them. Mom wasn’t too happy about that, but I ate them all. Later on she did tell me to stop eating them and I did pretty good on that for the most part until every once in a while when it’s in front of me at a potluck or a chili bowl event. Once while living in Columbia I wanted to make myself a quick dinner before heading to a Zumba class with some girl friends so I picked hot dogs.
Donut holes. Seven in Chicago and my teachers up to that point were known for bringing us Dunkin’ Donuts every once in a while to treat us. The easiest thing to bring in for a whole class of second graders was the holes. Later on when I tried a donut for the first time I realized I will always like the holes better than the donuts. Now when I look at a donut hole I remember the excitement of positive reinforcement.
Conclusion: We may know what is healthy to eat and what is not once we grow up, but it’s the food and snacks we discovered in our childhoods that still taste so good so many years later no matter how simple or the nutritional value or lack thereof.
Some body parts are long, like an elephant’s nose or a flamingo’s ankle. Some foods are as big as football players, like cheese wheels made in Wisconsin. Some letters don’t stand for anything like the “D” in D-Day. This Page Is Intentionally Left Blank is a contradiction, but it’s there to keep the pages in order and not mess up margins and such. I love being able to cook my grandmother’s “get well” noodles for anyone who is not feeling well or for whenever anyone has a craving for it. And the beat goes on.
Vaccine hunters are my heroes. It is worth it to go to San Diego just to see how ReBru Spirits functions. No one from Honduras should have to feel unsafe on their way to the United States. You know what? No one should have to ever feel unsafe anywhere or anytime.
BIBIBOP Asian Grill is coming to town and I feel like a child on Christmas morning. McKeever’s Market & Eatery is a place to forage and I want to try it out sometime. I’ve heard some good things about First Watch and I’m staring at all the ways avocado can be used in breakfast and lunch.
No cavities today and I’m so relieved. Toothaches are the actual worst, like Gen according to Lara Jean’s best friend. I think I’ll call them Genaches from now on. Or maybe Russian airstrikes. I can’t decide.
Every now and then a little spiciness is good for the soul. I like to have something Szechuan to remind me I’m alive in this world and still breathing. Ice cream is great to have on hand in case things go very wrong. Or milk. It’s the milk that makes things better. Since I’m not from that part of China, I don’t have to have spicy all the time and I’m certainly not used to it. So when I do order some from my favorite Szechuan restaurant in town, it’s a treat for my soul. I remember being seven and told by my dad to try a piece of a big, fat, green pepper (I honestly don’t even know what this pepper was called, just that it was big, fat, and green) that he told me wasn’t that spicy and really was once I tried it. Now, maybe it wasn’t that spicy for adults, but it was super hot for a seven-year-old! I also remember sharing this story in one of my writing classes and describing the way my dad observed me with “tricky eyes.” I ended up jumping up and down, which ironically, is also a level of spiciness described in China, and then running to the faucet to stick my tongue under there. My dad laughed and laughed. Someone in my writing class liked my use of “tricky eyes” during workshop hour and I appreciated the compliment. I don’t know, but it seems any time I have spicy foods now I think of that moment in class, which makes me think back to the memory of my dad in that moment of my childhood. He’s gone, but spiciness brings him back.
I haven’t cut my nails in a while, but I will cut them soon. I’m not the long-nails type of girl and I can’t function with long nails. Long nails are best displayed on girls who work the cash register, not the back-office girls. That’s that. Case closed.
I like drinking water because I used to drink Sprite all the time until my mother told me it wasn’t “good for you” and I quit cold turkey. Water didn’t have the flavor of Sprite, but once I got used to drinking it all the time, it’s now my favorite thing to drink. BUT, I do notice that if I have pizza or Mexican food, I crave a little of that soda that I quit. So I go for some sweet tea sometimes.
I dip my nose into the smell of rosin as I ready my instrument for a socially-distanced recording session. There is nothing like the smell of being that close to the bridge of my violin. It’s the scent of things in the making. It’s the scent of hope waiting to blossom.
Saturday, June 2, 2018 – This was not the fifth one I had been to. I think this was my second one. I liked the name of the coffee shop, Pilgrim Coffee, and it was surprisingly easy for me to find, but I didn’t like the design of the name of the coffee shop. It looked too generic. I’m bothered by the little things as well as the big things. I remember liking my pastry and latte, but I couldn’t tell you what specifically I liked about it. I would say it tasted too generic as well, but I feel like most coffee places are like that. Our host provided a sheet with three topic points to cover. One was on FOMO vs. JOMO, another one on if discomfort has to come with personal growth, and a third one on how to describe home. I liked all of them because I can relate to all of them one way or another. But the thing is, what I remember the most from this get-together was not our answers to these questions. It was when we talked about our lives. It’s not that these topics weren’t interesting to talk about. They were, but they were even more interesting to discuss once we made our answers personal and then some. I think that’s with a lot of things in life. It’s just hard to be interested in something that we have no personal perspective on. Time moves so much slower when you’re trying to pay attention to someone speaking about something in a monotone or in such a way that expresses they are not passionate about the topic they are talking about. That’s why when you’re watching your favorite TV show or movie, you get to the end and you’re always like “that’s it?” 2.5 hours may have passed, but it feels like it was only 0.0167 hour. Guys, I’ve just explained the existence of movie marathons and binge watching. On that note, I’d like to say this: I enjoy these kinds of Nerdy 30s Ladies get-togethers because I get to learn more about other people’s perspectives on life as well as learn more about my likes and dislikes with regards to my environment. El fin.