Day 11 - Chicago Pizza

Tonight I was invited to have dinner at Katie's mother's house. They're both transplants from Chicago, so they're huge on Chicago pizza and Chicago dogs. The dogs are horrifying to look at. I don't imagine I'd ever eat one, even if it was a triple-dog-dare. No pun intended. Now Chicago PIZZA is an entirely different story. Let me make one thing clear right now. I am not (I repeat) I. am. not...a tomato person. Never have been, never will be. I find the appearance, texture and flavor repulsive in every way. What I can say, however, is if you're going to alter said appearance, texture and flavor, I'll be a trooper and try to choke one down. This is something I discovered I was willing to do, after I had eaten a slice of pizza shipped from Lou Malnati's Pizzeria in Chicago. Every winter, one or more of Katie's relatives ship two or three pizzas to us, pre-packaged. We had a huge snow storm yesterday, so cooking a meal was the last thing on anyone's mind. The pizza was so filling, and delightful. Props to Katie's mom for inviting us over.