Wherever We Land

There’s something magical about pizza. Not just in its tantalizing blend of cheese, sauce, and crust, but in its uncanny ability to transport me back to simpler times. Every bite I take seems to unlock a vault of cherished memories, reminding me of carefree days spent playing outdoors with my sisters and friends. Back then, the world was our playground, and pizza was the reward after a day of climbing, running, and laughing.

As a child, pizza nights were pure joy. They marked the end of a long day filled with adventures on the jungle gym, impromptu games of tag, and imaginative quests that only siblings and friends can conjure up. We’d sit in a circle, the box of pizza open in the middle, the smell alone capable of making us giggle with anticipation. Each slice was more than just food; it was a piece of shared experience, a moment of togetherness and simple pleasure.

Fast forward to adulthood, and pizza still holds a special place in my heart. Although the jungle gym has been replaced with campgrounds, hammocks, and grills, the essence of those childhood memories remains unchanged. Now, our adventures are a bit more grown-up, with hikes, kayaking, and evenings by the campfire. Yet, when we gather around a campfire or picnic table with a pizza — often a healthier, veggie-laden version these days — I feel the same sense of contentment and camaraderie.

The transition from playground to campground signifies more than just the passage of time; it represents growth and change while holding onto the core joys of life. The veggie-fueled pizzas I enjoy now are a nod to my adult sensibilities, but the act of sharing a meal with loved ones under the open sky is timeless. Whether it’s a traditional cheese slice or a gourmet veggie creation, pizza has an unmatched ability to bring people together, bridging the gap between past and present.

In both eras of my life, pizza serves as a delicious reminder of what’s truly important: connection, joy, and the simple pleasures that make life rich. It’s not just about the food itself, but the memories it evokes and the moments it creates. So, as I take another bite of my veggie pizza, I smile, knowing that some things never change — and sometimes, that’s exactly what we need.