Local fancy man Hank bought his own pizza oven and invited us over to marvel at it.
One benefit of being finished with my Italian citizenship paperwork is it gave me the opportunity to write jure sanguinis on my mail, which is of course Latin for “right of blood”. This is pretty much the most badass phrase in existence.
Hank went all out on the pizza ingredients.
We had long conversations about pizza crust leoparding and dough air bubbles and so forth.
One of his kids tried to take the last piece but I smacked their hand and yelled "RIGHT OF BLOOD!!!" before devouring it.
Snacks were provided.
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