tasted good AF Detroit.

I used to work at a Pizza place 20+ years ago. I would make Chicago, Detroit and thin crust pizzas. I would help make the dough, prep, make pizza, cover on oven, dishes, mopping and whatever else. I miss it. That job delivered happiness to people. Also it was family.

Not the same at home, but happy to be back making pies again. Making my own dough.

miss that hot ass oven. she aint the prettiest but tastes real good.

my pizza place motto was “ I think about it all the time but I get it once a week”