“How did you like it?” he asked after the pizza was consumed.

“Poop,” I replied.

I don’t know why it is—whether it was years of having a distaste for bread, but pizza is not my favored item of choice for edibility. I find it mushy, especially when it gets to the crust. But recently, I was called upon to the fact that there is ONE pizza place that can change my mind.

But it was not the case. I was able to consume through some of the usual bits, but then came the crust. The taste of bread-ness was overwhelming and that shot the rest of the time. I did not want to have anymore pizza.

However, this does not mean that I do not understand why people cannot appreciate pizza. This does not mean that pizza is to be eliminated like the scorn of the earth. It’s simply because of me.

This time though, I tried, because I am always open to possibility.