Home Alone

Tonight I am left to my own devices. My boyfriend is away for the evening, meaning I must fend for myself for the next few hours. Knowing that I would be a latchkey grownup for the night, I bought myself a couple of slices from Pizza Schmizza during my lunch hour to eat when I got home. Obviously, I couldn't wait until I got home from work to take a few bites.

Schmizza is okay. I prefer Hammy's, but this will do in a pinch. There were pleasant little bursts of garlicky goodness throughout and the crust was pretty decent, but they were a little too stingy with the tomatoes and basil.

Coming home from work to an empty house reminds me of growing up. I'd get home from school about a half hour or so before my parents and the first thing I would do was raid the refrigerator for snacks. And milk. Then, once I had collected my loot, I would plop down in front of the television (just in time to catch the last 10 minutes of Oprah) and inhale my meal. Memories....