MMMmmm!! Mmmmmargherita!

One, I love all things Italian. Two, Pizza is my thing. Pizza fest + Italian = no brainer. Count me in. Whenever I am about to sweep up all the doodles on the white board of my HRM classes, I drool. My eyes!! My eyes are in such pain seeing all these meal structures and what appears to be four-course luncheon or dinner meals jabbing at my face. Don't blame..when muh mind flees the star system if this is what I see first thing every Saturday morning. Because my subconscious is seated on that brunch table salivating with what have you 4-course something. 

White Vongole. Truffle Mushroom Pizza. Croque, Madame!

Yes. I think about the freshest pizza being served all the way from scratch. So Amici we are good friends because you offer me such things that are really good for my mental health. Kudos to you. Sure, it doesn't help my physique that my dear students offering to send their luv through freshly baked bread but ain't that juz sweet? Thank you, darlings. Your thoughtfulness fills me more than Amici does. Okay. I'm lying. Because Three, Burpp!! Oh and Mister Cornelio, stop torturing me with all those cocktail shaking dirty tricks and whatnot because I'm obviously drooling. Seriously. Droolin'. Because. This.