My Dearest Long Island Pizza,
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but my time away from you has made my heart grow heavy with sorrow. This time has been a difficult burden to bear. Nearly two months have passed since I last gazed upon your beauty in person. I have begun to rely on Long Island Eats Instagrams and living vicariously through friends at home whom frequently post pictures to Snapchat, causing me what I consider to be distress.
Whenever I think about your perfect sauce-to-cheese ratio, or your crust cooked to absolute perfection, a single tear falls from my eye. In fact I find myself getting caught up at this moment as I write this letter. Knowing that in just a few short hours I will have you back in my arms (and then my stomach) is making me weep in anticipation.
To my beloved Branchinelli’s, I will be home to you before you know it. I have been anticipating my arrival home since our last encounter. How I wish I could be home with you for the traditional Lenten Friday pizza night. Although you were my first true Long Island pizza love, I have grown to enjoy your many local pizza counterparts, whom I have missed dearly as well.
On another note, I would like to offer my sincerest apologizes for my unfaithfulness. In times of what I can only describe as sheer desperation I resorted to Philadelphia pizza. It provided no way near as much pleasure as your deliciousness provides to me. There was a hole in my heart that I needed to fill. You couldn’t expect me to go two whole months without any pizza could you?
You will always be my number one, don’t you forget that.
Yours truly,
Maria.
