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WHY I MADE PIZZA THE OTHER NIGHT
We'd decided to venture across town to the upscale-ish Columbus suburb of Worthington to check out an upscale-ish pizzeria called Dewey's with the idea of possibly planning an outdoor family get-together there over the summer.
That is, we were happy until we realized that the parking lot was empty because Dewey's dining room was closed. On the door was taped a sheet of paper saying that Dewey's would be opened only for carry-out on that day, Sunday, January 9, and the following day, Monday, January 10. Too bad, we said. Unexpected COVID-induced staff-shortages, we guessed.
We headed back to our side of town, both of us now nursing a craving for pizza. While we were driving I called our neighborhood Donatos with the idea of ordering a pizza to pick up. The recording advised me (in so many words) that due to staff shortages the wait to place a phone order was approximately until Kingdom Come and that I should place my order onine.
I looked at the online menu which warned that due to pandemic shortages certain pizza ingredients might not be available. Exactly what that statement portended I was not altogether sure, but my Spidey sense picked up that if we wanted to eat any time soon, ordering a pizza on a Sunday night in the midst of this epdemic might not be the way to go.
"Why don't we forget about pizza," said Tom, "and just go to Noodles & Company?"
Noodles & Company, a fast-food pasta place, is our go-to restaurant these days. Most of the orders are for carry-out, and on the nights we go there for dinner there's generally no one else eating in the dining room besides ourselves. We like the food at Noodles & Company, we like having the dining room to ourselves, and we also like the reusable, supersonic, microwaveable, dishwasher-safe containers that the food is served in.
We were likewise happy to see the Noodles & Company parking lot empty. Until we saw this sign on the door:
"What about dinner tonight?" said Tom.
"Let's go home," I sighed.
So we did. I then rummaged through the household provisions and came up with ingredients sufficient to rustle together a pizza of sorts.
But it was good.