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Waldo Pizza

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Waldo Pizza

That, my friends, is pizza unique to Kansas City. These two slices of Waldo Pizza made a cameo appearance during my Django adventure. Waldo Pizza is especially good if you are a vegetarian because they have several options for more of a veggie pizza. The slice on the left is one of their spinach options and as someone who eats like an omnivore, the slice on the right is a meat option I got. I think there were bacon pieces on this one too.

Let me tell you both slices were yummy and this was my first time trying Waldo Pizza and I’m pretty sure it is not a chain restaurant. I have never seen or heard of it before moving to KC. I am definitely going back some time. I want to try the other toppings they have. They seem to have something for everyone.

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Bringing back pizza posts…

Preface

I used to do pizza taste test blog posts Columbia, MO version on my Xanga and lately we’ve been eating a lot of pizza at work, so I think now is as good time as ever to resurrect my pizza taste tests, this time around for Kansas City, MO. Here goes.

Yes, folks, that is Costco pizza. I got this baby Mother’s Day weekend and am seriously overdue to talk about it. It’s only $10 and this is the combo pizza, which in some places would be the same as getting a supreme pizza. Costco is easily my favorite pizza at the moment and as I get back into these posts, I will have more pizzas to compare it to. For the price and the taste, it is absolutely worth it!

Now I need to learn some new words to be able to describe the taste of pizza to you. Or figure out a way to zap it to you through the screen. That could take a while…

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and we break for this…

Am I the only one who finds it truly astounding that we have enough resources on this planet to feed every single person alive today? Every. Single. One. So why do have so many starving people? Is it really selfishness? I must confess I always thought we just don’t have enough resources and people keep breeding uncontrollably. I don’t know what to think anymore except that if it’s true we have enough, then we must make sure every single mouth is fed. Because being hungry is not fun and it’s worse if there’s food all around, yet not a morsel available to be digested to cure the pain. That’s messed up. That’s like dividing a room in half with masking tape and telling each other to stay on your side. Eventually you’re going to want to cross. I’m no Marie Antoinette, but I say let them cross!

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Dude.

2015 is wrapping up and I feel different somehow. It feels like that time in college when I went to a pub with a friend for the first time just to try it and I ordered a Sex on the Beach and tried that for the first time as well. It wasn’t bad. I kind of still remember what the cocktail tastes like and I would have it again if the opportunity presented itself, but I had to take it home in a to-go cup and it sat in my fridge for a week, with me working on it daily before I finished the whole thing.

I remember telling my friends about that experience and they were shocked, especially the guys. It still makes me laugh when I think of that moment. They told me it wouldn’t be hard to beat me in a drinking game and they are right, even if we never tried it. That won’t be necessary.

I’m doing the same thing now with a slice of cheesecake from The Cheesecake Factory. It’s their Peppermint Bark Cheesecake and I haven’t been able to finish it in one sitting so it’s sitting in the fridge until it’s all done, me working on it daily. It probably won’t take a whole week, but a couple of days nevertheless. It’s incredible how rich a single slice of cheesecake is. Incredible.

But yeah, this is what I feel like—like 2015 is the year I’ve experienced something richly new and I’m taking my time feeling it out, still with many uncertainties hanging over my head. I’m enjoying the ride though. Just riding this wave out coolly, like Crush from “Finding Nemo.”

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http://showbizgeek.com/finding-nemo-faces-behind-the-voices/

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coming out alive

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http://visionwidget.com/creative-beer-advertising.html

“We’re like a beer commercial.”

Now those are words I have never heard any of my girl friends say to me. But I have often thought of what it would be like to really look like a beer commercial. At least, up close and personal, vicariously. Maybe I like to live vicariously through others because I’m a scaredy cat. It’s like I need to know someone is going to experience something and come out alive before I can experience the same thing. Without that safety I don’t want to find out what’s like to be first. If you can guarantee I can get in a NASCAR car, race it, and come out alive, I’ll do it. Otherwise it’s one of those activities I’ll have to add to the “Don’t Try This At Home” list.

So this may not be the same thing, but it’s like I have to do things like a man before I’ll ever be satisfied with being a woman. And that’s not going to make me very attractive to many men. Which is probably why I’m going to die an old maid someday. Men like to feel needed, even if they know you can do everything yourself. Well, fine, then the only thing I’ll need help with from a man is lifting heavy objects and yeah, that other thing I can’t do by myself. But what man truly would want to be a boy toy?

Alright, give me that beer commercial challenge instead. :/

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trial and error

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Reduced Guilt is what it’s called. Like you can actually measure guilt. Like it can be this edible thing you consume to make yourself feel better. Wait. But guilt isn’t supposed to make you feel better. It’s supposed to make you feel worse. I don’t know what I’m talking about. It’s just that I saw this bag of potato chips and I knew it was special. Trader Joe’s is cool like that. You can get all sorts of neat snacks you can’t really find anywhere else. I’d like to think a bag of Reduced Guilt potato chips is something you can have that makes you feel less guilty about whatever it is you feel really bad about. Wouldn’t it be grand if life worked like that?

But then if such a magical bag of chips actually existed, wouldn’t it remove responsibility? No. It would be responsible for people doing whatever they wanted without consequences. Or with consequences and not having to care so much anymore. So bad chips. Bad! Or maybe the guilt is eating the chips in the first place and these kind lessen the pain of that.

Psh. Of course they are. And we’re back to the literal. Here’s to my lame attempt to take a photo of something and uncover something hidden deeper like I’m a real writer or something. Cheers!

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Christmas tree bread or why my mom is awesome

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The first is a before shot and the second is an after shot. What you see above is a Christmas tree bread without snow and the same Christmas tree bread with snow. My mom made it today for a holiday party we will be having tomorrow. I have not tasted it yet, but I cannot wait! I love my mom. This is a new recipe she just tried and I admire her courage to bring it out to guests the first time she baked it.