Culinary Misunderstanding

My dear, sweet Dalia-friend has been in Hanover for the last two weeks on spring break from Law School (poor girl...) and when I finally got back in town and got settled from the trauma of MY break (I'm not ready to permanently document that story, yet) we got dinner at Molly's.

They have a new Mediterranean pizza that I like to swallow whole. Pretty much my ideal food would be Kalamata olive-stuffed hot dogs wrapped in bacon. The pizza is good too, though. Dalia, however, had trouble with her Margherita pizza.

"I thought I ordered a pizza, not a salad."

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