You Spin Me Round

“The best investment is in the tools of one’s own trade.” Benjamin Franklin

Thanksgiving weekend is always a cherished time for me because beyond the stuffing, gravy and decorating for Christmas, I’ve got four days off in a row perfect for feasting on frozen pizzas.

Especially this year, with restaurants closed and limited family festivities, it was the perfect opportunity to hunker down with The Queen’s Gambit on Netflix and fire up my freezer stash.

But, to cook up the perfect frozen you’ve got to have the proper equipment. While my conventional oven does a fine job, it’s all the way upstairs in the kitchen; despairingly far from my man cave in the lower level.

To fix this dilemma, I took action to boost my basement pizza baking capabilities and purchased a new pizza oven off of Amazon. So, this year, I’m not only thankful for my frozen pizzas, but for my favorite new pizza maker as well.

The Pizzaz.

Have you ever been mesmerized by the steady swirl of a vinyl record spinning?

I invite you to try watching your frozen pizza rotate into greasy, golden brown perfection.

About a month ago I rekindled my long lost relationship with a modern marvel of pizza cooking innovation: The Presto Pizzaz Rotating Pizza Oven. The Pizzaz is a pizza cooker that sends your frozen a gentle ride atop a slowly spinning disk that passes through upper and lower infrared heating elements. Simply turn a dial and then you’ve got 12 minutes to watch your mozzarella merry-go-round into melty magnificence.

Trust me, there’s nothing like the hypnotic trance of witnessing your frozen pizza come to fruition.

Since I was a teenager it’s been one of my tribes most trusted devices; always twirling in the background of High School hangouts and college hangovers. But somehow, in the transition to adulthood through marriage and homeownership I lost touch with the simple pleasure of the Pizzaz. In a time when we are urged to stay home I can think of no better $45 investment.

Now after scoring one I sit hunched over it, losing myself in the steady swirl of my pepperoni speckled dinner baking; like a cavemen ancestor gazing into the magical flicker of his fire at night.

Then it dawned on me, I have two more four day weekends coming up with the wonderful layout of Christmas and New Year’s this year. I may have to invest in one of those metal bowling alley pizza ovens too…..

What I’m eating: Jack’s frozen pizza hot off the Pizzazz.

What I’m reading: Thinking in Bets: Making Smarter Decisions When You Don’t Have All the Facts -Annie Duke

I Don’t Want Papa Murphy’s!

“What is more principled than giving up some part of your position to advance the greater good?” -Arnold Schwarzenegger

What happens when you and your pizza-eating partner in crime don’t see pie to pie?

Some Fridays in the Luther household getting the stars aligned for the perfect pizza night can be a little tricky. Especially when the wifey wants gourmet veggie and I’m all about the grease laden pepperoni.

Well, this is a tale about a boy (me) who wanted a pepperoni slice the-size-of-his-head and a girl (Tess) who wanted a take n’ bake thin-crust with all the veggies and how we met in the middle and found happiness despite our differences.

It all started one Friday afternoon when a usually cherished topic of conversation turned into a heated debate. Tess had a deep desire for a Papa Murphy’s Gourmet Veggie, and I wanted, well anything, but, Papa Murphy’s.

I was sold on Chicago tavern-style pizza. I wanted something thin and party-cut in squares and loaded with cheese and pepperoni. And for that, Dahmens at Hawks Landing is the answer.

Now, I’ve got nothing against Papa Murphy’s, it’s great for a cozy night in and I love how they chop their veggies in small chunks (it’s one of the few places where my go-to is a pizza loaded with toppings), but that Friday I knew for certain, it simply would not do.

That left us in a pizza-night pickle.

I was tempted to slam my parmesan-shaker down and demand that we get the pizza my way! But, years of marriage experience have taught me that is no way to start the weekend.

On the contrary, I could always just give-in…but that’s a hard bite to swallow, especially when you look forward to Friday-night pizza as much as I do.

The best course of action?

Take a step back, open up our lines of communication and get to the root of the problem.

What were the “pizza-particulars” that were driving us in different directions anyway?

To uncover that mystery we had to do some digging. We needed to cross-examine each other and use questions to uncover our severed connection.

Step #1 when problem solving is to shut up and listen; that’s where the magic happens. So, it was time to put my pizza passion to the side and open my ears.

For starters, why did she want Papa Murphy’s? And why did I detest the idea?

Did Tess want Papa Murphy’s because she likes the experience of making it at home as a family? She likes it leftover? She wasn’t in the mood for red sauce (gourmet veggie comes on creamy garlic base)? Or did a thin crust veggie pizza just sound yummy to her?

It turned out that one of her ruling desires was a cracker thin crust (who can blame her) and pizza that would hold up leftover. I could work with that.

When we probed my mozzarella-covered motivations it was revealed that I too wanted thin crust, but I wanted traditional pizza flavors; red sauce, pepperoni, stretchy mozzarella.

By unearthing our real motivations, we could start to work towards common ground.

Now we had a common denominator, we both wanted thin. From there we could build the Friday night pizza eating experience we were both after. And thanks to the ease of building custom half and half pizzas on Papa Murphy’s website, we built a pizza that suited both out needs.

Tess got her Gourmet Veggie and I was won over with crispy thin-crust layered with pepperoni and extra cheese . A win-win.

The Luther pizza night negotiations showed me that beneath the surface, our interests are often more inline than we may think. Though the world seems polarized right now, we should remember to listen, attempt to see through other’s eyes and make an effort to meet in the middle.

What I’m eating: Papa Murphy’s half gourmet veggie, half pepperoni extra cheese.

What I’m reading: Total Recall: My Unbelievably True Life Story -Arnold Schwarzenegger 

So Long, Sweet Summer

“Love is meant to be an adventure.” Gordon B. Hinckley

As I bid farewell to the infamous Covid-19 infused summer of 2020, I do my routine reflection on the best pizzas of the season. While retracing my pizza-eating escapades a sweet, sticky, molasses-brown infatuation became hard to ignore: BBQ sauce.

The last three months of sunshine didn’t have as many friend-filled backyard barbeques as usual, but I still celebrated by incorporating that cookout flavor into my Friday night pizza-nights.

My summer fling with BBQ on pizza began when the ol’ red sauce started to feel a little stale. In our decades together we built glorious memories, but it was time for a little more flair underneath my mozzarella. Out of boredom I began to peruse further into my favorite pizzeria menus and I noticed that BBQ Chicken pizzas were popping up as frequently as pepperoni.

After I succumbed to a couple sultry affairs, I was fully seduced by the sweet and salty pairing of savory chicken, salty cheeses and BBQ sauce. And as our chance encounters turned routine, my heart became smitten by hints of cilantro, the bite of red onion and sprinkles of bacon.

Now for a trip down memory lane with a list Summer 2020’s best BBQ Chicken pizzas.

Wild Tomato, Fish Creek, WI. “The Old Faithful”.

For the Luther’s the summer wouldn’t be complete without our annually trip to Door County and while Covid may derail the dine in experience at our mainstay Wild Tomato it is certainly not slowing down their carryout business.

Since we only visit once a year we usually go for our usual standby’s; the D-lux or Sausage & Pesto (add goat cheese), but this year in the midst of my BBQ Chicken Pizza affair I opted for the “The Old Faithful” (their version of a BBQ chicken pizza).

Though some were skeptical of the BBQ chicken pizza addition once it showed up everyone wanted a piece. (I’ve found that to be a common theme with BBQ chicken pizzas; it never quite seems to be anyone’s first choice, but once it’s there, everyone wants some.) This rendezvous confirmed that BBQ chicken pizza is phenomenal vacation pizza.

Luigi’s, Madison, WI “BBQ Chicken”.

When I think of Luigi’s I think creative Italian inspired takes; like meatballs, Italian chopped salads and pastas, but within their forward thinking menu sits a bomb BBQ chicken pizza.

The BBQ sauce that topped their thin crust was rich and savory and was covered with a combination of mozzarella and gouda cheeses. The charred thin crust, cilantro and addition of bacon made this one of my favorites of the summer.

Glass Nickel, Fitchburg, WI. “Santa Fe”.

If you’re in the mood for a dynamite hand-tossed pizza that’s loaded with toppings Glass Nickel is your place. They’ve got a menu chock full of specialty pies, so it’s not surprise they’ve got a solid BBQ chicken game with their “Santa Fe”.

Their juicy chunks of chicken are the star. Hand’s down the best quality chicken out of any of the BBQ chicken pizzas I’ve tried—no weird pieces, just quality cubes of chicken breast (rumor has it they actually roast their chickens in house.)

Pizza Di Roma West, Madison, WI. BBQ Chicken Slice.

BBQ chicken pizza and New York Style slices rarely get lumped together, but the BBQ chicken slice at Pizza Di’s is amazing and actually one of the first BBQ Chicken Pizza’s I’ve ever enjoyed (I had friends that worked their through college that would swear by this slice.)

The slice is not only the size of your head, but also it’s covered with shredded chicken that has been simmered in BBQ sauce. It’s sprinkled with crispy bits of bacon that sizzle up in their deck ovens.

And now, my appetite is aroused (lucky for me Tess whips up a mean home-made version.)

Tess’s homemade BBQ Chicken pizza

Even though the air is getting crisp and the leaves are changing colors, there is still time to hold onto the sweet(baby-ray)ness of summer. Remember, if life under the siege of Covid starts feeling dull, you can always flirt with a new pizza.

What I’m fondly daydreaming of eating: BBQ Chicken pizza on a sunny summer afternoon.

What I’m reading: Total Recall: My Unbelievably True Life Story -Arnold Schwarzenegger

The First Pizza of the House

“The pivotal moments in your life are always made up of smaller pieces, things that seemed insignificant at time, but in fact brought you to where you needed to be.” -Elizabeth Norris

After 14 hours of moving into our new home Tess, and I let out an exhausted sigh of relief.  We finally made it, after months of preparation and planning, all of our belongings were in our new pad.  Though we faced a whole lot of unpacking we were delighted to have a night alone together as the kiddos were at grandma and grandpas (no, this is not an erotic twist on the pizza blog!)

Really though, it was no time for joking, we lost track of time…. and…….missed dinner. 

It was nearly 9pm and after our grueling day, we were ready to eat needed to eat.  But, we had one giant stainless steel hurtle, our fridge was completely empty.  We had one last haul to make the following morning and that was to unpack the fridge and freezer.  Our new abode, had no food.

Trekking out for dinner was the last thought on our minds.

It was apparent we needed some delivery and with such a momentous occasion like the first meal in our new home, Luther Law would require pizza.

But, what pizza gets the privilege of the first night in the new house?

Perhaps a pizza spot that could connect us to our roots in Whitewater where we first met in college?  A place with options eclectic enough to stand out in history?

While some folks may get out the smudge sticks to help them spiritually settle into their new home, we opted for a Triple order of Topperstix (extra cheese please!) and a Buffalo Chicken and Mac and Cheese pizza from Toppers Pizza in Fitchburg.IMG-2476

We spared no expense and loaded up on all the dipping sauces.  And one of those sauces was Toppers sweet, tangy and spicy concoction “Boom, Boom Sauce”.

I had heard of Bang, Bang Sauce, I imagine a close cousin that is mayo based and layered with chilis that’s usually relegated for shrimp tacos, but never Boom, Boom.  After one dunk of a stick into that marvelous, creamy, creation and I was sold. 

If you’re a Toppers fan and the ranch, nacho and garlic cup just aren’t cutting it anymore I would suggest venturing into the realm of Boom, Boom. You’re in for a flavor bomb that will surely level up your cheesestick sauce game. 

As Tess and I debated paint swatches over slices and “stix” dunked in Boom, Boom, it became apparent that the new flavors were adding an extra glow to the first night in our new home.  The “stix” and that Boom, Boom were etching the night into stone. 

What pizza taught me:

For those pivotal moments in life, the right pizza (or sauce) can transform your average night into a rite of passage.

What I’m eating: Topper’s Pizza Buffalo Chicken Mac N’ Cheese Pizza and Triple order of Topperstix with Bang, Bang Sauce.

What I’m reading: Total Recall: My Unbelievably True Life Story –Arnold Schwarzenegger

Pepperoni Lovers

“A gem cannot be polished without friction, nor a man perfected without trials.” -Seneca

Parenting two kids under two has taught me to find pride in keeping my emotions in check.  I’ve developed a whole system to squash feeling stressed and I’ve been putting my formula to the test.

It’s worked so far through one pandemic, two 24-hour long childbirths, and about three brand new trials and tribulations a day (who ate the last slice?!).

My little routine is pieced together like a collage of all the performance-enhancing hacks I’ve consumed over the years.  All the personal development books, podcasts, and article tidbits have merged into a physiological/psychological paper-mâché reboot blueprint that always leaves me feeling clear-headed and recharged.

That was, until about a month ago Tess and I decided to buy a new house.

With our home in a current “hot zone” on the west side of Madison (thanks Epic!), valued significantly higher than when we purchased and with super low-interest rates the timing seemed perfect.

“Selling the house that will be easy!” we proclaimed.

“Cleaning it out, no sweat!”  “Packing it up?  It’s a pandemic, what else do we have to do?!”

Holy, moly extra mozzarella did we NOT know what we were getting ourselves into.  The tight deadlines and contingencies of buying and selling a new home along with packing, unpacking, and cleaning an entire house can burn you out real quick.   Turns out, the two-month-long process would drain my reserves despite my rock-solid decompressing practice.

That’s when I reached out for help.  

Along with my 10-minute meditation sesh, yoga poses, cardio, and cold shower maybe I could introduce a delicious anxiety-reducing treat? One with extra cheese and extra pepperoni?

A little stress eating does go a long way after all and for my two-story sized stress, a pizza of epic proportions would be required.  I needed something with the capability to send me to cloud nine.

One day as I was wrapping newspaper around picture frames and placing them into a box labeled “fragile” the pizza Gods gave me my answer in the form of an advertising insert.

Pizza Hut’s Pepperoni Lovers.

I’ve been eating Pizza Hut my whole life.  There was always a red roof in Whitewater WI, and it was a common Friday night meal with the Fam or a buffet binge with the buddies, but, somehow I never ventured much into the “Lovers” section.  But, there alongside the Veggie Lovers and Meat Lovers resides Pepperoni Lovers and that’s where I found my solace.

Pepperoni Lovers has extra crispy layers of pepperoni that weave themselves through an extra portion of cheese and is perfectly suited for their thin-crust, though I’ve dabbled in pan, it’s very good as well.

It turns out that that thin-crust Pepperoni Lovers was the crutch I needed to get me through a crazy couple of months.  Though greasy pizza maybe a tad less healthy than some breathing exercises, recognizing and practicing ways to snap ourselves out of a funk certainly holds value.

What I’m eating: Pizza Hut thin crust “Pepperoni Lover’s”

What I’m reading: Total Recall: My Unbelievably True Life Story –Arnold Schwarzenegger


My Midsummer Night’s Dream Come True

“The earth has music for those who listen.” -William Shakespeare

It’s been a hot minute since me and the missus got out for a date night—let alone one that involves trying some new pizza.  But, last weekend we stumbled across the perfect pizza-indulging summer get-away in the funky little town of Spring Green, WI (and it happens to be great for social distancing).

The White School Collective Pizza Party.

Every Friday from May to September a refurbished old schoolhouse that operates as an event space for weddings and birthdays serves up wood-fired pizzas.  With only the presence of a Facebook page, you have to tune in every Thursday to see what’s on the menu.

If you’re into their offerings you’ve got until 5pm Friday to submit your order. Then simply take the scenic drive to Spring Green, show up at your designated time slot and your wood-fired pie awaits.

If you like it fresh, piping hot, and melty you can enjoy it right in their spacious backyard garden. And, let me tell you, at a picnic table back there you’ll soak up the summer vibes like a koozie soaks up the sweat beads of a frosty beverage on a hot day.

The pizza is as rustic as the hilly, rural Wisconsin terrain you have to travel through to get to it.  The pizza’s come out misshapen and flour-laden and remind you you’re in the country.

The menu varies from week to week but typically features three “specialty” options, like lamb gyro pizza, buffalo cauliflower pizza, or last week’s “sweet corn with bell peppers, tomatoes, garlic scapes, and a white cheese sauce”.  If you want it simple they always have “the regulars”: A four-cheese blend, a pepperoni, and a Margherita. 

In typical Tess and Tyler fashion, we couldn’t just try “one” pizza, we had to get a lay of the land.  So, we started out by sampling a four-cheese and a pepperoni to measure their core competencies.  The pepperoni stole the show for me, bless them, they stuck those pepperoni under the cheese and I love that.

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The “special pizza” that sung to us that night was the Southwestern; it came with “chicken breast and pineapple salsa, on a black bean puree with spicy pepper cheese.”  The sweet, spicy, and savory combo was a nice addition to our mini-vacation mood.

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Getting out of the house to White School Collective was a ray of sunshine thru a cloudy couple of months COVID.

While lately, it’s a little harder to capture all the traditional summer fun we’ve been yearning for, I’m thanking my lucky stars that backyard pizza and laughs with my love has remained pandemic proof.

What I’m eating: White School Collective, cheese pizza, pepperoni pizza, and “southwestern” with chicken, pineapple salsa, black bean puree, and spicy pepper cheese.

What I’m reading:  Cracking the Sales Management Code: The Secrets to Measuring and Managing Sales Performance -Jason Jordan and Michelle Vazzana



The Long Arm of Luigi’s

“Go as far as you can see and you will see farther.” -Zig Ziglar

I want everyone to have their pizza and get it delivered too.  When I grew up in the small community of Whitewater, WI that dream was a reality.  Whether you lived miles into the countryside around Whitewater Lake or on the college campus, you could get your pepperoni delivered to the front door.

Back then, there were no strict delivery zones, it was the norm for pizzas to be driven far beyond city limits to rural areas; Gus’s Pizza Palace would extend their reach almost to Delavan (17 miles!).

So, I’ll always have a deep respect for massive delivery zones.

Now, in Madison, a west side joint is stepping up their game with a massive delivery radius.  “Luigi’s” the Food Fight’s Restaurant Group’s upscale pizzeria concept is leading a trend that can benefit the entire pizza delivery biz.

Their current policy says they’ll deliver just about anywhere, you just have to pay up for it.

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They’ve created a tier pricing structure comprised of three “zones” that encompass the majority of Madison.   They also offer a wink on their website that they will consider traveling anywhere within city limits.

They’re headquarters is smack dabb in the center of the first section (see the above photo).  If you live within that 1st zone you pay a typical delivery fee.  As you branch out further into the surrounding zones, that’s when you’ll have to start paying a higher delivery price. So, basically the further you are, the more you fork out.

As a Dad with a newborn and a rambuntious two-year-old on the far westside I’m grateful to know this convenience exists.

Luigi’s delivery concept is as forward thinking as their eclectic pizza line up. 

While it’s quite possible to find a pizza place that can drive a pepperoni to your house, it’s rare to get a pie dressed with brussel sprouts, bacon, and balsamic drizzle or goat cheese, caramelized onion, fig jam, and arugula.

I can only hope this innovative new delivery range equation gets adopted by many more. In these fragile days, phasing back to normal life, Luigi’s leads by example:  We should all be pushing ourselves a little farther.

What I’m eating:  Luigi’s Bacon & Brussels

What I’m reading: Drive: The Surprising Truth About What Motivates Us -Daniel H. Pink

Pizza FOMO

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” -Thomas Haynes Bayly

It’s been two months since I’ve seen the glowing neon “Open” sign that dangles from my favorite New York slice shop in Madison, WI. 

Slices-the-size-of-your-head are hard to come by on Madison’s westside and I’m starting to experience some serious pizza FOMO.  It’s not your normal fear of missing out either; like the kind a teen feels when held up from a Saturday night with friends. My fear feels permanant, more haunting.   

I’m afraid I’ll never get to see my reflection in the greasy sheen of an extra cheese Pizza Di Roma slice ever again.  I’ll forget how the oversized slice flops between my  fingers as I give it a fold.  Where am I going to get a quality BBQ chicken slice?  And will I even be in the radius of any New York style delivery zone?  

As businesses begin to open back up I visit the Pizza Di Roma Facebook page daily; desperately scouring for a glimmer of hope— a new post, a notification or a clue that they could be opening up.  Though, the original downtown location resumes business, all of us loyal westside patrons, have only been offered a bleak post: “Closed until further notice” (I’m disheartened to admit I glimpsed a rumor that there is a “For Sale” sign out front!). 

Now that I can’t have Pizza Di Roma I want it more than ever. 

I look back and kick myself for all the times I could’ve ordered it, but didn’t.  All the times I settled for a single slice instead of a whole pie.  All the 20 inchers I didn’t tilt through my door. 

Moral of the story:  Life is short so eat your favorite local pizza as much as you can.  

What I wish I was eating:  Pizza Di Roma

What I’m reading: Drive: The Surprising Truth About What Motivates Us  –Daniel H. Pink

Graham Patrick’s First 24 Hours of Pizza

“Difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations.” -Zig Zigler

Spring is the season for new life, so Tess and I popped out a baby.  

It just so happens that our new prince Graham Patrick wiggled his way out of the womb into my favorite 24 hours of the week: Friday. Like when the stumbling fawn Bambi first found out he would one day rule the forest, Graham was about to discover the power and prestige that Pizza Day holds for the Luther family.

First, we had to get our hands on some pizza.

Tess and I had endured a 24 hour induction process that was filled with skin crawling, chest tightening, anxiety spiking complications (Thank god for meditation!).  By the end of it, both of us were emotionally and physically exhausted. So, when Graham met the world and we finally had a chance to settle down in our birth suite we were both long over due for some quality nourishment.

But, confined to a locked-down hospital I wondered how would we score some pizza?

When my first son Ellis was born we had it easy, my parents and brother were able to smuggle in some Salvatore’s Tomato Pies to get us through our hospital stint, but with a pandemic and strict visitation policies we were on our own.

Though hospital food gets a bad rap I wasn’t about to give up, so I scoured the Meriter Hospital room service menu looking for a solution.

Open-face Hot Turkey Sandwich with Gravy? Rosemary Roasted Chicken Breast?  Sliced Pork Loin served with Apple Sauce? No. No. No! (Regretfully I believe I shouted “old people food!”).

Then I saw it, a glistening ray of hope on the back of the menu: Personal Pizza. 

However dingy it looks in my photo (I think it has cheddar on it?) in that moment that mini hand-tossed, extra cheese and pepperoni pizza offered me a sigh of relief that cradled me as I cradled our new little man.  (To the credit of Meriter Hospital all of their food was pretty good.) 

A perk of the whole “birth during a pandemic scenario” was that if Mom and baby are healthy after 24 hours you get to go home early.  We jumped at that opportunity mostly because Tess and I both missed our first born Ellis.

As we packed up and made our way out of the hospital I had a revelation:

Meriter Hospital is a couple blocks from Ians!

Our hospital pizza experience would now be reinforced by one of my Madison favorites. So, as we pulled out of the hospital with baby in tow we spun over to the Frances street Ian’s to pick a 20 inch cheese pizza and a couple slices of Mac n cheese.

Graham’s first day had a delicious and happy ending. Too bad he couldn’t really appreciate all the pizza surrounding him on his first rotation around the sun, but it was nice to find some fun in a rather chaotic and anxiety inducing time.  We can always fondly look back and remember that Graham Patrick was ready to “pizza party” from day one.

What I was eating on Graham’s birthday: Meriter Hospital pepperoni personal pizza and Ian’s 20 inch extra cheese pizza.

What I’m reading: The Five Dysfunctions of a Team –Patrick Lencioni

Where’s All the Stuffed Crust?

“The biggest room in the world is the room for improvement.” -Helmut Schmidt

Stuck at home I’ve got plenty of time to ponder the great mysteries of the world:  What is the meaning of life?  What happens when we die? Are we alone in the universe? Why isn’t there more stuffed crust pizza?

Of course, there’s the original gangster Pizza Hut, several frozen pizza brands dabbling and small players Rocky Rococco’s giving it a whirl once a week with their “motherload” slice, but where is everybody else?  Surely stuffing crusts with cheese is a lucrative business decision and it’s delicious, so why isn’t everyone jumping in?

Oddly enough, the king of cheap, Little Caesars just joined the ranks of the upper-crust class, by making their “Extra-Most-Bestest” better.

They’ve had cheese rimmed crusts before, but they’ve never woven one through their greatest accomplishment yet the “Extra-Most-Bestest”.  The “Extra-Most-Bestest” is a hand-tossed pepperoni pizza with extra cheese and extra pepperoni (who could ask for more!).

And now within that hand-tossed handle is a yard of cheese, that’s right, they claim they’ve got three feet of their mozzarella and muenster blend packed in that crust. Just make sure you order an extra sauce cup, because between the “Crazy Bread” and dunking that cheese-filled crust you’ll need additional rations.

While stretching my mind around the stuffed crust quandary I did learn a valuable lesson from Little Caesars stuffed “Extra-Most Bestest”:

There’s always room for improvement.  Even in these trying times, there are opportunities for growth; the stuffed crust “Extra-Most-Bestest” goes to show that everything can be made better (with more cheese!).

So, why isn’t there more stuffed crust pizza?   Not cost effect?  An operational challenge?  Not the right marketing play?  Who knows.  But, I’m sure there are a lot of people sitting at home right now that would be happy to try them out.

What I’m eating:  Little Caesars Extra-Most-Bestest stuffed crust pepperoni

What I’m reading: Vedanta Treatise: The Eternities –Swami Parthasarathy