Damn straight.
Seriously, every time my pal V and I have dinner together, I promise to utilize bits and pieces of our meal as my breakfast of choice. Last night was no different. She stopped over with a bottle of wine expecting me to cook her a five star quality meal as I had advertised in a previous G-chat message.
When she arrived with the pinot, I told her the pork smelled funny, but I had a Groupon for pizza at Papa Saverio's and who needs a five star meal when you can have pizza? 20 inches of mushroom and cheese pizza, 3 cannoli, 2 cookies, and 1 bottle of wine later, we were stuffed and happy. Of course, I still had to make my requisite promise that some of the remaining decadence would be my breakfast...I originally thought: cookies and milk...but this morning the cold pizza was calling my name.
You see, I'm a believer in the hot pizza equals lunch or dinner. Cold pizza equals breakfast. Yes. Delicious breakfast of joy. So I took out a few pieces of the leftover pizza and a bag of Trader Joe's Rocket Salad Arugula (gotta get my veggies in). I topped the pizza with arugula and called it breakfast. Yumm-o.
