Wealth is not a pizza, where if I have too many slices you have to eat the Domino's box.
Ideas are like pizza dough, made to be tossed around.
If properly dried and trimmed, New York-style pizza could be used to make a box for Chicago-style pizza.
Eat some pizza, play some Xbox, watch some TV. Gross? Maybe. Me? Yes.
I'm sort of agnostic. I grew up Catholic and switched to Episcopalian in college because I sang in churches to have money to buy pizza and french fries.
I don't know why people eat so badly. I could eat pasta all the time, but it really is fattening. And I love ice cream, but I can't do that. There was a time, until I was in my mid-forties, when I could eat a whole pizza - and really, no effect.
I go to frozen pizza or soy chicken nuggets when I need a five-minute meal.
I can't remember a Friday when I was younger when I wasn't eating a pizza, flirting with the barman.
Like most of Italy, Neapolitans like their food, and there are restaurants everywhere. But to make like a true Neapolitan, grab a pizza from a street vendor and eat it there and then. We tried a pizza that's folded over four times to make it nice and portable, then you eat it straight out of paper, like fish and chips.
I worked odd jobs delivering pizza, folding chairs, telemarketing, selling kitchen cutlery door to door.
You better cut the pizza in four pieces because I'm not hungry enough to eat six.
When I was writing my column, I would almost always be recognized when I was in a restaurant, even if I was reviewing it and had booked under a fake name, so free stuff would start coming out of the kitchen on a conveyer belt, fantastic wines would be opened at my table. Now I can't even get a reservation on the pizza joint on the corner.
After a pay per view, I know there is TV the next day. But after Raw, I like to eat bad. I can have some pizza, French fries, a burger, live it up, a glass of wine - red, of course.
Kids want to saute, to cut the pizza, to see how the ingredients come together. If you let them do the fun stuff, they'll develop skills and interests that will stay with them forever.
Ours was a pork-free household. The rules were arbitrary but strict: No pork in the house, ever. Except for the occasional pepperoni pizza. Or maybe Hawaiian.
If you give me fro-yo without mangoes, you're dead to me. If you say that Hawaiian pizza is gross, we're done.
I like Hawaiian pizza.
I am a glutton. I'll eat whatever is there. Pizza. I love hot dogs anywhere. I've got nothing against any of that. If I feel like eating, I eat. I don't feel guilty about it at all.
I don't eat vegetables. I only eat food like cheeseburgers, Spam, hot dogs and pizza.
You can say Pizza Hut is terrible pizza, but they also sell more pizzas than anybody else.
