Pizza that is.
After a long week and the funeral of my Grandad at the end of it, I was done. Rex is still an atrocious sleeper (why sleep when there are so many exciting things to see and do) so I was particularly knackered.
Steve offered the best antidote, well second best as wine is out, damn that child and his need for milk, and suggested takeaway pizza.
We rang the local chippy and specified our need for pizza and chip shop chips (not fries!).
Seriously, so so so very good. So good that I mmmmmmed and aaaaaaaaghed through mouthfuls.
Steve glanced over at my box.
Steve: That is the weirdest way of eating pizza ever.
Me: No, it is the best way. Gets the boring crusts done and saves all the yummy bits for the end.
Seriously, how was he brought up to eat pizza, next he will be telling me he doesn't peel his chicken nuggets....