Pizza: 1, Polyamory: 0

I had the most phenomenal pizza tonight. I realize it's been ages since I've written anything about cooking or even just eating...and I'm going to rectify that STAT.

Casa Bianca in the Eagle Rock section of Los Angeles is the home of the greatest pizza I have ever eaten. Granted, I was half-mad with hunger by the time I arrived for dinner with friends (today was a true eating low point; at last count I had ingested a Luna bar, a Cliff bar, two mini-bags of baked potato chips and a miniature Snickers prior to dinner) so the antipasto (replete with fluffy clouds of burrata cheese--be still my beating heart! And the usual meats, olives, marinated artichokes, etc) was devoured almost instantly. The salad was closely followed by some fried zucchini sticks (which could have used some panko in the coating--more crispy, bread-y goodness could only be a good thing) and then....OH, MY.

A word on this pizza: I had the same thought eating this pizza as I did the first time I had an orgasm--

"OHMYGODWHYHAVEN'TIHADTHISSOONER?"

Imagine the thinnest, crispiest crust. Layered on top are tomato sauce seemingly made of vine-ripened tomatoes, browned, bubbly, crackling cheese, and HOMEMADE ITALIAN SAUSAGE, heavy on the spices (fennel! How I love fennel!) The flavor in each bite is simultaneously sweet (tomatoes) and savory (cheese and sausage) and the crust crunches satisfyingly with every mouthful.

That, my friends, is hands-down the best pizza I have ever eaten.

And about an hour into the meal, I glanced up to see a small Italian grandmother, white apron tied around her middle, puttering through the kitchen with intense focus. Perhaps the pizza at Casa Bianca is so damn good because it's being made by the loving hands of a genuine Italian grandma? I don't know the secret, but I do know that I'm just beginning to digest this pizza and I already want more.

Speaking of insatiable appetites...I had a date with the Harvard Writer last night (yup, he's still around.) He did a stand-up comedy set at a club near my place, so I went to see him perform. He was funny, I laughed, I met his friends, we all convened at a diner at midnight, he and I came home and he performed an encore of Orgasmapalooza 2010 on me. Sweet. The guy has a voracious appetite for pleasing me. I mean, how do you say no to that? And then this morning, as we were getting ready to leave my place, he casually mentioned that his mother is coming to visit. But it was quite clear that I wouldn't be seeing him or meeting her during this time. And while that is completely and totally appropriate given the loudly ticking expiration date on our relationship, it made me think "Wow. I would really love to be with someone who wants to introduce me to his mom. Wouldn't that be nice?"

And in that moment, I realized that my "ganas", my desire, has outgrown this sweet little casual relationship. I realized that I want more and it's time to find it. So tonight's score is Pizza: 1, Polyamory: 0. Because I'm sated by the former, and pretty much done with the latter.