I am obliged to admit that eating a pizza made in Waipio Valley makes it intrinsically more enjoyable.
My son, a harsh critic, agreed: he ate five of them.
Not making the pizzas because the ingredients at hand seemed to portend doom would have been a grave mistake. The pizzas were memorable, the lesson moreso.
My son, a harsh critic, agreed: he ate five of them.
Not making the pizzas because the ingredients at hand seemed to portend doom would have been a grave mistake. The pizzas were memorable, the lesson moreso.