It's Chuseok again, Korean Thanksgiving, and the city, or at least the northern suburb where I live, is totally quiet. There's the occasional shriek of kids playing, but that's about it. The weather is Platonically ideal at 75 with a few clouds, and I'm in the middle of a five-day weekend staycation.
I had pizza for dinner last night, which I haven't had in over a year if I'm remembering correctly.
For what it's worth, there is decent South Korean pizza out there but the place I ordered from on a bit of a whim was not it.
Insert bad pizza / sex jokes here.
It's already October. Three months left to ago in this hell-year. I got an e-mail from Washington State to let me know my e-ballot has been received.
It's something, I guess.
Happy Chuseok to you and your family.
(To get technical, far too often Korean pizza cheese and toppings don't "meld" with the crust. They sort glide on top and come off way too easily. The flavors are there, but the marriage between crust and cheese and toppings never seems to come together like it should. And I'm pretty sure this places makes their dough from scratch, so the problem is somehow in the cooking process, not the ingredients.)
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