Pizza Party. Week 1

It’s safe to say that my roommate’s and I are in love with pizza-Especially my girl Zsuzsa. She wants pizza with a side of pizza on a pizza- So when Rachel got herself a pizza stone we decided that we should make our own. Being borderline lazy we opted to buy pizza dough. Our friend’s own Vinnie’s (Dank pizza in Williamsburg. Bedford Ave. at N. 9th) and they sold us a big fucking heap of dough for $4. Preheated oven to 425. Rolled out the dough with a wine bottle/stretched it into a somewhat pizza-like shape, added marinara, cheddar, green peppers, red peppers, onions, and spinach. 17 minutes later and you got yourself some heaven. The roof of my mouth is burnt. Beware! This is week one of our weekly pizza parties. Extreme varieties and fun to come.

Tequila tasted like tequila…I like tequila

So last night was the big event. After swashing the berry in my mouth for 2.5 minutes I dash over to the citrus platter. The lemons, limes, and grapefruit tasted damn good. Kinda like a sour patch kid on steroids, but not super sweet like they said. So, Rachel and I start to make our rounds. Gorgonzola? Tastes like Gorgonzola. Pickles taste like what? Pickles. (mmm) Radishes, cheese, grapes, olives, vinegar, oh my! All the same thing. And Tequila? You guessed it. So it’s technically a bust. But not to fret. Brush my shoulder off. Tequila, snacks, and Max are good enough for me. It turns out that interesting, kind, and well read people come to events like this. Thanks Clifford Endo.

Update: According to the ones who were indeed affected by this berry: “strawberries taste like cartoons” and “Guinness tastes like molasses.” (mheck!)