When I was a small child, there was a period of time when my mother worked every Friday night, and my dad either couldn't cook, or didn't want to, so we would inevitably have pizza delivered. Eventually, my mom was back for Friday nights, ready to cook any number of meals, but my brothers and I demanded pizza. It had become a respected ritual. Pizza night was born.
Ever since then, I have had pizza almost every Friday night. Even when I've been deep in the jungle, or lost in the desert, I've just about always managed to find pizza. Because I have a stubborn love for pizza.
I often (most would say TOO often) have pizza other nights/afternoons/mornings, but the ritual remains, and I do not foresee it changing any time soon.
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