I buy frozen pizzas. I buy them consistently, with the intention of eating them in regular, planned dinner rotation - not as some emergency snowed-in fix. Below, please behold the latest pie to roll ...
This is not fusion. This is foul.
I will not attempt to justify its presence in my shopping basket or, later, in my freezer. Maybe I will: sometimes a gal gets hungry and she doesn't ...
Something tacked on the Fridge:
I don't like to eat tomatoes,
but I grow them because I love the way the plants smell.
