So.  Too busy and tired to cook, I took an out-of-town friend to the original Patsy's in my neighborhood.  And then I couldn't stop.  The combination of flavors elevated itself to need from want, demanding that I buy pizza twice more over the weekend.  One might suggest that I'm searching for the Ur-pizza, Plato's pizza, the taste of a perfect pizza I had once when I was ten.  But really I just love it.  Need it.  I promise I'll try making it.  

(Pizza might have to become a Fix exception.)