Her steak too juicy and lobster too buttery

This is basically what I say to my wife when I get an idea like this and the result of said idea will only benefit her. Her response is almost always something to the effect of “well ok hang on”. Lady, I know you well enough to know the things you like. Let me help you

And guess who loves the pizza I make for her in the pizza oven, the fresh baked sourdough bread I bake for her, the tomatoes from the garden I dug, the beer I brew, the pasta I make, and the deer meat I shoot? What a terrible life she has

What makes you think, she is complaining?

Was your dad a drag queen during his midlife crisis?

I built one with just clay and straw, used it every weekend for years, it cracked, rebuilt it, used for another two years, cracked again, rebuilt it a third time. I've moved to a new house and already miss it. Even if I'm not making pizza, it's great just for an outdoor fire while sitting in the hammock. It's contained and uses like 1/4 of the wood while not being as dangerous.

A great way to spend a weekend afternoon is to fire it up and loaf on the hammock. I'd also use it to bake bread, make peach cobblers in cast iron, and smoke bacon. Great times. Maybe I could get the parts to rebuild it this weekend...

Long ago I had a girlfriend who had a neighbor who built one in his backyard and would have at least monthly (weather permitting) block parties where he'd provide the dough and the oven and everybody else would bring sauces, cheeses, toppings, etc. Great way to bring people together and freaking delicious.

It's the journey, not the destination

20 years ago my friend asked me to help him build. It sat in his yard and we fired it up probably once a month th 7 months of the year for around 5 years. Then we pulled it out of the ground, cut the base short, and mounted it onto a trailer. It went to another friend's house, where it sat for a couple years and cracked. Maybe got used 2x. ~5 years ago, we got it back in good shape, now with a coat of cement over the bricks, and used it for another friends wedding, ended up selling it to another friend who had a catering buisness, and now it does 3 days a week at the brewery

Making pizza is easy, making good dough takes a lifetime to learn

You joke, but my very Catholic grandmother will say things like that as a workaround to avoid blaspheming.

Although it's never been clear exactly which gods she's been referring to all my life - maybe I should ask her.