Umm… Pizza.

The traveling pizza.
Was born of dough, refined in an 355 degree oven. Specially prepared with tender mushrooms, pepperoni and Italian ham.

Gently slid into a fresh cardboard box. Given into the watchful hands of the delivery man.

And was lost. Fell under the seat of a 1997 Honda Accord.

So sad was the fate of this perfect pizza.

The perfect slice, alas, I will never know you.

(2 minutes).