500 Hippie Points to anyone who identifies the song I used for the title of this post.
We ordered pizza last night. One pizza, some Parmesan twists, and Kiri got some pasta and a salad. This is the pile of red pepper and grated cheese packets they brought. 15 packets of cheese and 19 of the crushed red peppers. That's not counting about five different dipping sauces for my twists and about 40 paper napkins. I strongly suspect that everyone involved in baking the pizza was totally baked themselves.
