Fresh, dripping hot mozzarella, and fragrant sauce — of course that’s delicious. But what I really love best is the cold left-over stuff the next day.
This weekend my son and I (mostly my son) cleared out the storeroom that substitutes for closets in a 92-year-old house, and I provided him with an extra-large for dinner (and tons of Pepsi throughout). My reward is stopping home for lunch today and getting to write this post while munching on two cold pepperoni-pineapple slices. Ahhh, bliss!