December 11th 2021
Today the Friday night pizza has to stop. It always seems like a good idea at the time. It’s a celebration of the end of the week. Like “Ah, yes. I made it. Here’s a pizza to commemorate that fact.”
I don’t go crazy and order a dominos or anything. I just get a pizza meal deal thing from Tesco(s). One large pizza and one sharing garlic bread. It’s supposedly for two people, but who are you talking to here?
The thing is, that’s a lot of bread. And also a lot of cheese. And processed meat. And cheese. And other than cheese I’ve basically gone dairy free recently, and that’s doing wonders for my skin. The Friday night pizza, however, is not. And so, it has to stop.
It would be a lot easier if I had absolutely any desire to cook anything that could be classified under the umbrella of “a recipe”. Plus, I’m a man of habit and Pizza Fridays has been a thing for most of lockdown.
It’s just too much bread.
Until tomorrow, it is good tho.