I’m over on the south end of Edgewood Road running errands and stopped in at a Casey’s on my way back from work. Mmmmmmmm. I’m picking out which two slices are lunch. I could do cheese…. but I can’t imagine why. Spin my way, you pretty red circles of pig.
I grabbed 2 slices of pepperoni and moved towards the counter. I was looking for Parmesan and red pepper, but ranch will do the trick. I’ll try some with and some without. Whatever gives me an excuse to eat more pizza in more ways.
This time I came prepared. One napkin for each slice, so pretty much the right amount of grease. I could let the grease pool on top, but it won’t taste any better, and it’s just going to spill all over my shirt if I do.
Properly “taco”ed, the first slice when quick. Crust was just right, cheese was slightly over browned, but still good. The toppings didn’t completely separate from the crust, which is always a good sign. I’d rather think that I am slowly digesting one artificial life form, not two wall papered together.
Delicious. Or so I assume, since it was gone in two bites. Crust was cooked while still soft. It had dried a bit in the rotisserie, but not much. I took the plunge with the second slice into the ranch.
The ranch made for an entirely different experience. The tang of the ranch was a bit like citrus, but had a hint of fermented fridge meat. Can’t say I’m much impressed with the ranch, but it at least mixes it up a bit.
I was about 5 minutes away from the expiration, but it was better than the 15 minutes away I was a couple days ago. I wonder what time they put it out? Mystery enough to trouble Miss Marple.
My commute gives me opportunity to pass no less than four Casey’s going in one direction. I passed the first, and couldn’t resist the second. Casey’s #888 at the interaction of Mount Vernon Road and Highway 13 is convenient enough when passing southward on 13 or east on MVR.
I went to grab a slice of breakfast pizza at 7:35. There were a few slices from the morning’s first pies and I was willing to help clean them out. I saw bacon and sausage, with only a moment’s indecision before I decided which way I wanted to eat a pig.
BACON IT IS!
Plenty warm, but a little overcooked, and starting to dry out from being in the rotisserie too long. Not too greasy, and the crust was decent, but hadn’t raised quite enough. Whatever, it’s greasy cheesy breakfast.
When “taco”ed, for better high speed eating and driving maneuvers, the toppings and cheese quickly separated from the crust. Not too much cheese sauce, so lap spill factor was minimal. Can’t say the same for bacon bits stuck in my beard.
It did minimal grease dripping. I didn’t do my usual dab of the napkin before leaving the store, so all considered it was low on the grease scale.
I noticed that the “expire time” was 7:50, only 15 minutes from when I put it out of it’s dry pizza misery. Not sure yet when the ideal time to get a fresh slice is, or if it is regular, but I’ll keep collecting data until we can solve this age old mystery of the caseyverse!