PIZZA, PIZZA...

eight years ago today i was trying prawn pizza for the first time.

as monumental as tasting a shrimpy pizza topping is,

something even more exciting happened on this day in history.

eight years ago i met evan for the first time.

at a pizza hut buffet in oxford, england (full story here).

my pizza sharing friend turned husband,

sent me a link awhile ago to "our pizza hut."

i was shocked to read a review about it that said,

"i really dislike the decor,

there is no natural light due to it being downstairs,

the food was so-so,

salad bar was only half full,

the toilets were rather dirty,

and the staff was not as attentive as needed."

i seem to disagree.

i have nothing but fond memories of this place.

maybe that's because we were so jet-lagged i couldn't see straight,

and so hungry cardboard would have tasted gourmet.

but i'm going to choose to think it's because love was already in the air.

i'm thankful neither of us got hung up on the lack of natural light and so-so food.

and i'm thankful i met the love of my life that day.

just maybe we will order some pizza tonight

to celebrate this special day in our history.

(photo taken a couple months after that great pizza hut day in history,

while stuck in a train station after a james taylor concert which was another great day in history)