PIZZA

I had pizza last night for supper. At least we still call it supper. Dinner is too formal. If you take a frozen, thin crust California Pizza, add a little sausage or ham to the pepporoni or 4 cheesse, then you have a mighty good pizza. Throw some peppers on it, too.

The only drawback is that they're not quite big enough to split two ways. Even with a nice salad, I usually leave the table (I didn't know whether to call it dinner or supper table, but I was leaning towards dinner) still wanting some more. But hey, that's the way I usually leave, so what's new?

When Chevys were way more popular than they are now, the Impala was a nice car. In fact most all American cars were back then. But I never thought I might see an impala outside of the zoo.

When we were in South Africa, we initially got excited when we would spot some, along with pukus, kudus, Livingstone's elands, and a bunch of other antelopes that inhabited the deltas. But after awhile, it was like looking for deer along the interstates in SoIL. Not too hard to find.

So where am I going wth this jump from pizza to antelopes? I ate an impala pizza in Africa. I'll try just about any kind of food, especially meat. Bison, venison, and elk are impossible for me to pass up. Not on a pizza. And, yes, I'd probably not order an impala again.

It was kinda like some reindeer meat I ate in Norway. One timer. California pizza--that's another story.