Yes, folks, it's true. I'm starting a pizza blog as well.
Now, you might think your old pal has always loved the cheesy pie, and you'd be right. Oh, how I crave it!
While certainly not my first encounter with the Snack of the Gods, I remember one particularly formative experience...
As a youngster, I was allergic to shellfish--a severe detriment here in Maryland, where the crustacean is king. Family gatherings would often feature steamed crabs, and I could not partake, and that made your pre-vegetarian buddy a little sad. Fortunately, I would get treated to an alternative meal instead. Once, when I was a wee lad of but 5, there was a crab feast at my aunt and uncle's house. My mom ordered me a large cheese pizza from Village Sub all for myself...and I ate nearly the whole blasted thing. I think I was just trying to prove a point--I'll show those crab eaters!--but I kept it down. I was hooked, but oh! what tummy pain!
Funnily enough, I think every time I've ever eaten to the point of stomach-ache, pizza has been involved. Oh, you delicious cheesy temptress! How you taunt me so!
Where is Alan to regale us with tales of alternative cheese/dough concoctions from far-flung lands?!