Pizza Night

Wow how life changes.

Pizza night at the firehouse meant I got a break and "Timmy" was cooking. The best pizza ever.

Pizza night at home was when we called "Tony's", owned by a "brother", Joe. Close friend and great Firefighter . . . had your back no matter what . . . and the 2nd best pizza ever. (Timmy worked for Joe, learned his trade there)

Now, not only am I breathing down the necks of Timmy, Joe & all Joe's kids now running Tony's, but am forbidden to order pizza anymore. It's just like becoming a firehouse cook. If you do it and it's good, your stuck. My pizza is good.

Now, since the beginning of development of Heroes In The House, Catherine has become quite a Food Designer (a highly skilled trade making food camera ready, a huge part of television cooking and advertising) I also have a Photography Student at the Savannah College of Art And Design (4.0) home on break.

So can I just serve up my masterpiece pie? No. I now hear: move the light - get me the spritzer - Kipper (our dog)! get out of the shot! - garnish . . . I need some green; and on and on and on.

Welcome to Pizza Night at Steve's house.