Conversation with My Wife (12)
We like deep dish pizza. We don’t have it very often these days, because it’s high in simple carbs and we found a nice thin crust pizza brand that we can enjoy without sending my evening blood sugar through the roof. But when we visit my family in Illinois for Christmas, we invariably pick up a Chicago-style pizza (or three) for takeout from Lou Malnati’s and just accept that I’ll eventually die a few hours sooner than I would have otherwise.
But I also used to make a decent (IMHO) deep dish pizza, which is your basic thick crust, cheese, homemade sauce, cheese, Italian sausage chunks, cheese pizza (sometimes with extra cheese). So when my wonderful wife asked, before Christmas, if we could have some for New Year’s Eve eve (we’re going out with local PA family for the turn of the calendar the next night) of course I said yes. But my wife (whom I love very much) sometimes second guesses herself. So when we got back to PA:
DEB: “Is it silly to ask for deep dish pizza for New Year’s Eve eve? We just had it in Illinois.”
ME: “You don’t ask for much, honey!”
DEB: “That’s not true! I ask for a lot of things.”
ME: “But you give me everything: your love, your heart, my life, my reason for being. So anything you ask for isn’t much of a payback. And I like making pizza.”
We had pizza.