Homemade Pizza Company

There is a Homemade Pizza Company now in Glover Park - yesterday was the grand opening party, and of course I went and stood in line for 40 minutes (give or take) to get my free pizza.

You see, I'm obsessed with this stuff. As my friend Christine said, I've never met a pizza I didn't like, but Homemade Pizza Co. is especially fun. You buy the unbaked pizza and then make it yourself in your oven at home and they have highbrow combinations of fresh ingredients to choose from.

Total yuppie pizza.

A few weeks ago, I was walking down 14th Street carrying a fancy pizza in a clear plastic bag in one hand and a mustard yellow purse with birds on it in the other. (Put a bird on it!)

The only way I could get yuppie-r is if I had a yoga mat slung over my shoulder.

But I digress. Let's talk Glover Park Pizza Party.

The fanfare.

The line.

The fruits of my labor.

I finally reached the front of the line and was next to go inside the storefront to place my order. I was busily tweeting this important factoid, when I heard multiple voices yelling, "Hey lady, it's your turn!"

I told Joe this, and he said, that was pretty yuppie. Tweeting on my iPhone about yuppy pizza, followed by blogging about said pizza.

Anyway I finally picked up my wild mushroom pizza and left the store with an air of triumph. Free pizza! Free pizza! Only to immediately step in a pile of dog poop on the sidewalk.

Seinfeld was right, the universe does have a way of evening itself out.

The West Wing

I was fortunate enough to visit the West Wing of the White House this month. Never done that before, even though I grew up in the DC metro area. It kind of reminded me of when I studied in London and asked British students whether they'd been to Buckingham Palace. "Now why would we do that?" they said.

But the White House is awe-inspiring. Even though, as our gracious tour guide said, the tour features a lot of closed doors.

We got to visit the press briefing room.

You look nervous, said my friend Serena after she snapped this picture.

Prep Chef

I've volunteered twice this fall at DC Central Kitchen - it's an organization that collects donated food from restaurants, then prepares meals to be distributed to nearby shelters, transitional homes, and rehabilitation clinics.

I've really enjoyed volunteering there. The people are great, you get to work in a commercial kitchen, chopping up celery and carrots, and you get to see the finished process as meals come together. So cool, even for a novice cook like myself.

They ask you to wear a hat when you volunteer in the kitchen. The only baseball cap I own says "Maserati" on it. Ha. Perfect attire for helping the needy. I hope this display of excess isn't an affront.

Celery chopping is the best gig, in my opinion. Last Sunday, I had to strip the meat off half-cooked turkey carcasses. That was a little rugged.

My friend Serena and I worked at the turkey station, along with another volunteer. He said he'd been volunteering there since middle school. Wow! What dedication, we said.

Serena thought about it. Wait, how old are you? she asked.

"I'm in high school," he said.

Ah.

Lonely Goatherd

Cape Update: The cape is now on American soil. Unfortunately, I wasn't around to sign for it, so I will have to wait another day.

The suspense is building!

Spotted this Halloween decoration in DC - a cardboard cutout of a goat in the window. Or at least I think it is a Halloween decoration, it could be like this every day for all I know (minus the pumpkin).