Yes, I entered the FREE PIE drawing in celebration of a new Farinella, my favorite pizza place, opening on Lexington Avenue and 60th Street.
The best part was how happy they were for me, as if I won a car.
I haven’t collected my prize as yet. What I’d like to do is play Let’s Make A Deal, and ask if, rather than a whole pie, I can take it in increment slices.
What am I going to do with a pizza the size of Guam..freeze it? Open a pizza stand on my corner?
They call it a Full Palam feeding 6 people. I don’t know 6 people. Alright I do, but do I want to have pizza with them is the question.
Also, I’m not supposed to be eating cheese…my cholesterol is off the charts so I’ve done a pretty good job of weaning myself off except for a slice here and there I eat so covertly as if the cheese police were expected any minute to bust me and my scamutz.
Up against the wall cheese, and no funny stuff.
When guilt spills into your cheese, be grateful your shrink’s on speed dial.
It’s a shame really since it’s one of my favorite lunchtime meals. This fruit salad business has gotten old real fast. If I see one more kiwi with a pineapple chaser, I’ll turn into Botchagaloop, the fruit man on Abbot and Costello.
Then I thought maybe I could sell it, but then I’d have to ask if it’s transferable. These people think I’m nuts as it is since I’ve often called to reserve a slice for later in the day. I only like one kind...Pizza Primavera: mushrooms, zucchini and mozzarella without tomato sauce. This way the garlic baked in takes the lead. Of course my friends have tapered off since I smell like a Scilian bistro, but I don’t care, and neither do my pores when no one wants to sit next to me at the library. See, I feel that’s a good thing. More legroom while reading.
I do think though, winning a Farinella special might be the beginning of a windfall.
I wonder what’s next.
I did buy several raffle tickets from a kid in the Park. I’m just not sure for what. He was so cute and earnest in those droopy cargo pants. In lieu of buying him a belt, I bought ten bucks worth of something. Could have been a nickel bag for all I know.
This is why I don’t carry cash. Now if he took Visa, then I’d really be up a creek without a belt, so to speak.
Whatever I win next, I just hope it’s not another pizza.