Ever since I was little I've always had a deep admiration for pizza. I guess you can say pizza has been apart of a growing garden of love nurtured by my appetite. My love of pizza has been escalating as I've become more of an adult. When I come home from a long day of school and a late eavning shift at Papa Murphy's, I always wish I just had one slice of any of the delicious pizzas I've made on the job. I've always been aware of different choices of pizza like cheese, pepperoni, Chicago, etc. But ever since I started to work with the food I love so much I've learned so much about her and everytime I take her from her crib in the refrigerator I say to myself "that's my baby girl". As if I was a parent, watching these pizzas be built by my hands and taught so many lessons before they finally be taken into the customers hands, the only thing I can hope for is that I did a good enough job so that she can be loved by someone with the he same love as I.
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