Dial M for Pizza

I saw Dial M for Murder on Wednesday night. I really liked it, probably more than the other Hitchcock and Grace Kelly film that came out later that year, Rear Window, and definitely more than their third collaboration: To Catch a Thief with Cary Grant.

Saturday night after I got back from watching Dr. John Walker at Jones Coffee, I found a styrofoam take-out container in my fridge with two pieces of pizza. I assumed that Wendy had dropped it off in my absence, so I thanked her in a comment on MySpace. She replied that, though she missed me; she didn't miss me enough to give me pizza. This might be a good point to mention that the pizza was really, really good. The crust was great. I believe there was eggplant and Greek olives and maybe roasted red pepper. Very tasty. So when Wendy told me that it wasn't her, I became frustrated because not only did I want to know who was in my apartment, but I wanted to get some of this really good pizza for myself. The only other person I could think of was maybe Scott, so I commented him and asked if he was downtown on Saturday night. I didn't get a response, so I just figured I had a fun little mystery that I might never solve.

Then Wednesday night, Wendy called me and we talked more about this mystery. She said she was going to Scott's that night, so I had her ask him in person. Mystery solved, almost. Wendy was able to gather that Scott had left it there, but couldn't remember where he got it from, "Auggie's or something, and they got the crust from some special place. He'll tell you tomorrow night when he comes over."

So finally tonight, when Scott called to say he wasn't coming over, he told me that he and Tanya got the pizza at Maggie's and didn't want to leave it in the hot car when they were over last Thursday. The special place they get their crust from is Le Quartier Bakery. This means that the pizza was in my fridge from Thursday night to Saturday night without my noticing. This also means that after sitting in a fridge for two days the pizza still tasted really good. I can only imagine what it tastes like fresh.

Tomorrow morning I go to Bread & Cup for breakfast on their opening day.

I made a blubarberryan (blueberry, rhubarb, and blackberry) cobbler for Thursday night this week. It turned out pretty good, but I will make more cobblestones next time, if I use a 9 x 13 pan instead of the 8 x 8 that the recipe calls for (actually a 10 x 6 pan, but I've never seen that size. Must have been real popular in the 60s.)