Last night was supposed to be vegetarian taco night. I had it all planned-soft tacos with black beans, charred corn, shredded cabbage and cheese, and salsa. Sounds good, doesn’t it? But John said he didn’t feel like eating my plan so I said what do you want? He said, pizza. Pizza is easy. You just call someone and pizza arrives at your door a short time later. Plus I really like pizza and rarely manage to eat a reasonable portion. So we ordered pizza, I ate too much, and now I feel guilty. Bad choices result in unwanted consequences.

Pizza