My son Ellis is a shred off the old block. In a couple weeks he will be two years old and though his pronunciation of pizza sounds more like “pizzu” than pizza, his passion is already rivaling mine. It won’t be long before my little prodigy surpasses me as the seasoned connoisseur, like a young Luke Skywalker with the power to wield the force stronger than Vader. It’s enough to make me tear up a bit.
Our weekly celebration begin every Thursday night as we dream up all the “pizzu and sticks” the weekend will bring us. Friday morning the whole family shouts “Happy Friday!” and our ritual of fist-pumping and stomping around Ellis’s bedroom like Andrew W.K. begins. We chant “pizzu! pizzu! pizzu!”.
Then when 5:30pm rolls around and our TGIF feast is steaming on the counter we raise our slices and “cheers” them.
A really Good Friday.
Most Friday afternoons I’m restless, but last week my eagerness was overflowing for what awaited my little pizza-buddy and I. Turns out that my dad was making a special trip to Madison to drop off some of our favorite old-school hometown pizza.
Forget Doordash and Dominos delivery when you’ve got Dave Luther, my hero, and transporter of a coveted Rosa’s “Extra-large two-topping and large sticks special”. The guy drove an hour from Whitewater to Madison to lay it in the front yard (bless his social distancing heart).
Rosa’s will forever hold a place in my heart, not just because of my nostalgic attachment to it, but because it’s the pizza that has brought and continues to bring the Luther family together. It was on the kitchen counter as an excuse to get the family together when I was teen, it was on the coffee table when Tess and I had our first date nights in college and when Ellis first started gnawing on solid food.
This last Friday, the Luthers passed around the Rosa’s again, this time from grandfather to father to son (with clean hands and from 6 feet apart!).
Several weeks of social distancing is bringing these family moments into focus. Lori Gottlieb American writer and psychotherapist spoke to this idea recently on The Tim Ferris Podcast explaining how she was “relishing” the time in isolation by simply watching her son and cherishing the fleeting moments she has with him.
There’s a lesson in that for everyone. We can embrace this extra time with our families and make lasting memories. So, while Ellis and I perform rain dances to the “pizzu Gods” and Tess giggles a long while nibbling Rosas cheese-sticks I savor the moment and toast my slice to strengthening our relationships.
What I’m eating: Rosa’s Extra-Large sausage and pepperoni and large sticks for
What I’m reading: On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft –Stephen King