It is done.

After many days of eating the same thing over and over again, I've finally done it. That's right, I've finished off the last of the ultimate pizza. It was surprisingly good when reheated, too, and even Zoe has a new toy out of it (a rolled-up ball of aluminum foil, that had been protecting the leftovers).

Unfortunately, I've been analyzing what I might have done to make the pizza better. The unfortunate thing about this is that the only way to tell if I'm right is to make another pizza.

I'm not going to find out anytime soon. I'm definitely not going to cook pizza for one anymore.

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