there’s a pizza joint within walking distance of our house that does carry-out, and sometime in 2021 I picked up a commercial-grade pizza delivery bag so I could take a couple of pies home without them losing their hot-and-readiness. I have a recurring mental image of trotting home four-on-the-floor with the bag strapped to my back, basking in the sounds and scents, vibing and thriving in my element.
anyway, floe did this lovely rendition of what’s been cooking in my head. :>
You still have to pay, though.
