Frustration

I fully confess that sometimes I just NEED something. Once in a while it's a treat I haven't had for a long time, or a meal I haven't prepared in what seems forever. The need comes out of the ether and starts to whisper quietly in my ear. Just a little buzzing, reminiscent of summer's more considerate mosquitoes. Eventually, the sound and the desire becomes more pressing, more demanding. I start feel more like a cobra is staring at me and just begging me to ignore it. While I have good will power, there are times I just have to satisfy that craving.

What is it this time, you ask? You know in the past I have needed ice cream, or to bake cookies, or a myriad of other delights. When Molly and Baby had to spend the day at the vet's office I needed to buy shoes to keep me distracted. A dozen pair of flip flops later, I was content. What I need now is much more simple.

All I ask for is one, small, tasty little piece of pizza. We have a local small, private chain that makes the most wonderful pizza. They have been in business a long time - my child has fond memories of going to work with her dad as a very young girl and going next door to Buscemi's for pizza. Child says the lady used to give her extra treats for free, and she smiles fondly when she tells me the story. I love that pizza. They sell pizza by the slice, but it's never stale. They are too popular. You are more likely to find two people arguing over the last piece than to find one lonely little dried up piece hiding in a corner. They also sell whole pizzas, of course, but I have no need for more than one for a meal.

Does that sound like too much to ask? I don't think so, but my mouth does.

One of these days, I will get my single slice of pepperoni pizza. It will be a banner day for me, especially since I can then get that niggling mosquito out of my ears.