A yummy topic this week from Charli Mills of the Carrot Ranch literary community; PIZZA! Check out the weekly 99-word, flash fiction writing challenges athttp://www.carrotranch.com
Pizza. As children, we had this treat about once a month. Mind you, this wasn’t what we know now as pizza. This was a gastronomic wonder mother created from a box bought at the store. It contained a bag of crust powder, a can of cheese, and a can of sauce. And it worked!
That was until we were taken to a pizzeria. Buddy’s Pizza had these tiny, Italian grandmas who took your order, cooked, and served it. We’d clean our plates as they smiled with approval. The only pizza boxes we used after that said to-go on them!
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Annette Rochelle Aben 
There really is something about pizzeria pizza! You’ve captured it beautifully here.
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Thank you! That place has been a Detroit tradition for over 70 years! Great food.
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That’s definitely different… haha.
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Yes, ma’am. I want to see if they still have those mixes in the store and try it again for nostalgia’s sake.
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It is so funny how excited we are finding something we used in our childhood while back then we did not value it that much compared to the new things we got introduced to.
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Remember it so well!
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I have often wondered if they still sell it.
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I have never seen pizza from cans like that here, Annette. A do it yourself.
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Well, only the sauce and cheese were in cans, the crust was in a bag. We had to hydrate it with water, wait for it to rise, and then assemble. Pretty normal for us until we learned better.
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