Lloyd has a lot of pizza cutters. He feels that one who loves pizza as passionately as he does should have a good selection. We have seven, but I can only find six. (The basic one with a wooden handle has gone AWOL.)
Once, long ago, I thought I might make a display board for his collection like Martha Stewart did with her rolling pin collection, but then the television was on so I watched some.
Since then, I’m on the ‘enough is enough’ wagon and have made it plain that I think one pizza cutter is sufficient for any household, so let’s not bring any more into the building. The wrapped one is the last one he snuck in. It was a freebie from the State Fair a couple of years ago.
So if you started reading this post and thought, “Hey, maybe I should get Lloyd a pizza cutter for his collection!” May I say, Please don’t. Help me stop the madness. The insane, pizza-dividing madness.
By the way, we are usually strict ‘divide-into-eight-equal-slices’ people, but one evening Lloyd let out a war cry and divided the pizza up into about twenty random wedges that were all different. It was exceedingly fun to eat.