Last night, Covey and I went to the Brick Oven for dinner with some friends who are moving away. I was pretty excited to get my pizza because anyone who has been there knows that the pizza is awesome. Well, we got the pizza and when it was put down in front of me, I almost started crying. There, scattered all over my pizza, were red and green peppers and onions. I really hate peppers and onions, especially on my pizza. The only, and I repeat, ONLY time I ever eat peppers is in salsa and the ONLY time I ever eat onions is in salsa and homemade onion rings. Period. I was too hungry and too bugged to do anything but take off the offending vegetables and eat my pizza and hope I'd gotten all of them off. There is nothing worse than biting into something yummy like pizza and unexpectedly crunching into something yucky like peppers and onions. Well, except maybe throwing up. But even after that, you usually feel better. Peppers and onions? Not so much.
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