'Twas the night before surgery...
AND, as with a birthday dinner, the guest of honor got to choose the meal. He wanted pizza! Not high-toned, epicurean, gourmet-type pizza, but good old stoned-in-the-dorm, 3 AM pepperoni pizza.
And I made it happen.
OK... It was really good pepperoni... fresh mozzarella... real Parmigiano... my tomato sauce... my dough...
https://thisoldchef.com/blogs/blog-recipes/posts/basic-pizza-dough
And the unique, surprising pleasures I experience each time I revisit a favorite recipe...
https://thisoldchef.com/blogs/blog-recipes/posts/late-night-dorm-room-munchies-pizza
Then at midnight: he had to stop all food, all drink, ALL PAINKILLERS... no water, even.
And by 9:30 that next night, he was the groggy, happy owner of a brand new hip (ingredients: plastic, titanium, and ceramic). Too bad he couldn't have more pizza while he was legally and medically stoned!
But how lucky are we, to live in a time when both his pain and his hip can be replaced!