We ordered it Saturday night, had leftovers Sunday afternoon, and there was none left for Monday lunch. It really hit the spot both times and we couldn't save any. Saturday night when we were deciding what to eat and talking about how much we wanted pizza, I said "we should buy frozen pizzas so we have them on hand." He said, "I don't know, frozen pizza isn't very good." I replied "Oh it's not that bad" (read it will help us save money). He understood my real meaning and said, almost longingly, "Once you have had Settebello your pizza standard is completely changed." I knew that he meant you can no longer convince yourself that crap pizza is good; everything is held to a higher standard. I kissed him. You see, Settebello is a family favorite.They serve authentic Napoletana style pizza and we are into stuff like that in my family. We really appreciate when something is authentic but we also just love when something is really good. True Italian pizza really does change you. Once you have had it you spend the rest of your pizza eating life thinking that these two, totally different experiences, shouldn't be called the same thing. American and Italian pizza are as different as English and Italian. He didn't mean much by his comment but it meant a lot to me. It was one of those seemingly inconsequential moments that really reaffirms what a perfect husband you have. Not every husband would agree with his wife and her entire family about a great restaurant; not every husband values Settebello. All that being said, The Pie makes some great, albeit not at all Napoletana style, pizza. So we ordered some and enjoyed it twice.
I have gotten far off the subject of Sunday, sorry. After Pizza he dozed and I casually got stuff done. It was Sunday style getting things done; the kind that you can do still in your dress. Relaxing easy tasks. Sorting some papers that have been on the table for weeks, deciding which wedding word art to hang up, trying on all pants and deciding which to keep, which to fix, and which to toss. That type of getting things done is my favorite to get done; stuff that feels good to do, not stuff that has to be done. Then he woke up and we hung out a bit, watched some HGTV and talked about what kind of house we would buy right now, if we were buying something now. I picked out clothes for the week and did some visiting teaching. He made dinner and then we finished a little design project from the day before. We popped some popcorn, he made our favorite drink (twice) and we watched a movie in bed. It was 9:30 and we were already winding down. I thought back over the day. It had everything I could ever want in a day. I couldn't stop grinning at him and thinking how wonderful our little life was. It was such a rejuvenating, wonderful day. Sundays really are the best way to start the week.
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That does sound like a perfect day. I remember in college getting those awful (though I didn't think so at the time) $1 Totino's pizzas. What was I thinking??
I love early church, more than crockpot dinners or sleeping in (random, but true).
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