Fatal Food Flaw #1

     Wednesday nights are normally free soup nights, and are therefore my most favorite night.  To ruin the mood yesterday, the free soup had been forgotten.  Immediately I used this as an excuse to go to my new favorite pizza place in Wellington, “Hell Pizza”.  When I first heard of this place and how they had pizzas named after sins, my first thought was, “I need the Gluttony pizza”.  And yes, it did exist, and yes, it was amazing.  Anyway, yesterday my decision was to create my own pizza, which allowed me to choose 8 different toppings, all for the price of $14.  Being the penny-pincher that I am, I decided to choose 8 of what I believed to be the most expensive toppings: salami, bacon, asparagus, tomatoes, garlic, pineapple, mushrooms, and unfortunately… anchovies.  I had never had anchovies on my pizza prior, and after yesterday, never again.
     As I sat, waiting and reading my bible in Hell (not kidding, I really did), I daydreamed about how great my pizza was about to be.  When it finally arrived piping hot, and I took my first bite, I suddenly gagged from the nauseating salty anchovies, clearly God inflicting punishment upon me.  If that pizza had a name, it would be Wrath.  Moral: Just because all the ingredients are expensive, doesn’t mean it tastes good.  I mean, I still finished it.