Ashley posted this today:
“Gifted children grow up to be gifted adults.”
Not to toot my own horn, but I was a pretty bright kid, graduated high school early, and just today I made a sandwich with leftover pizza for bread. So yeah.
Put it in the toaster oven so the cheese gets all melty. You’re welcome.
Of course, the only appropriate response to this is “Of course! Why didn’t I think of this???”
Fridays are usually “pizza night” at our house; we have a couple delivered and nosh on them while repairing arrows for our Saturday classes. The leftovers usually end up as “Italian Cheese Toast,” which is a much snootier-sounding breakfast than “leftover pizza,” but I think this week my Saturday lunch will be a pizza sandwich, probably with turkey or roast beast whanged up in there between the cheesy goodness. And yes, “whanged” is a word; I just used it, didn’t I?