Pizza and Preschool

There’s a great pizza debate going on over at Heckasac (link is at the right, don’t make me type the html). A discussion involving Zelda’s always seems to bring out the passion in people. I haven’t had Zelda’s in a long time. We’re gonna have to order one for take out soon. There’s no way I’m bringing antsy little kids there. As far as their pizza, I like it, but I don’t love it. It’s the crust. Not my favorite, but it’s good for something different. I love going in there and drinking and then (usually an hour or so later) sitting down and scarfing pizza. I also remember going there a long time ago with M.R.M. and ordering pizza and a pitcher of root beer between the two of us (which also reminds me how the guy who had the little market across the street from our apartment called him “Mr. Rootbeer”). The best part was an old boss of his was eating there too and picked up are bill. The worst part was splitting a pitcher of root beer. Not the same as regular beer and I’m sure we weren’t 21 or it would’ve been regular beer. Okay, this is getting way tangental, but I’m not rewriting.

I like Roma’s the best. I don’t think Giovanni’s is so great. I really don’t like pine nuts on my pesto pizza. I know, it’s pesto, but the nuts should be squished up in the sauce, not sprinkled on top. And it’s pricey, as well. I think Zelda’s really is in a class by itself, so I don’t really compare it to other pizza. Well, that’s where I stand. Can I complain that we hardly ever get Roma’s because my dear sweet husband thinks it’s too far? I’d eat pizza more if we got it from there.

On the kid front, Roan starts preschool tomorrow. I found a program through the city it’s pretty cheap and just what we were looking for, I think. Roan and I visited on Monday. I like the teacher and the kids in the class seem pretty nice. Mostly it looks like they just play together, but there is some structure. They take them in little groups to do crafts while the others play. I think Roan is pretty excited. She did start crying once when she was trying to get on one of the horses (those spring ones that are like rocking horses, but use springs instead of a rocker) and a boy got on it. I don’t know if she realizes I won’t be there. I keep telling her, but sometimes stuff doesn’t sink in right away. I think she’ll do okay, though. It’s only for 2.5 hours/3 days a week so it shouldn’t be too huge of an adjustment.