My sisters conveniently had a soccer game here in Point Loma on Saturday, so everyone came by afterward and we went out - we had hot chocolate in OB, they bought me groceries, it was great. And remnants of their visit lingered until lunch today, for my dad had saved me pieces of the two of the most delicious wedge-shaped items a person could eat: pizza and pumpkin pie.
Not just any pizza, but homemade whole wheat-cornmeal pepperoni-pepperoncini pizza. Even though it had narrowly survived a trip to San Diego and then spent two days in my fridge, it was still amazing. I can only imagine what it was like fresh out of the oven. The pie, too - superb. "Almost as good as Grandma Barr's," he told me. And it was, which just shows you how much they love me; food that good normally doesn't leave the table at home, let alone make a two-hour pilgrimage.
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