When I was dumping my iPhone pix into my computer the other day I discovered this pizza.
It was at Fire On The Mountain, which is a pizza/microbrewery. Portland has microbreweries all over the place and lots of pizza places, and this was both.
It's a fig and prosciutto, with blue cheese and carmelized onions. And mozzaella. I like good old-fashioned pizzas with a good red gravy and sausage and pepperoni and peppers and mushrooms. But this pizza was undoubtedly the the best pizza I've ever eaten. We also split an order of hot wings too. I particularly liked the Jamaican jerk sauce for the wings. And the beer was delicious. Wonderful. Those are Joan's arms offering up that pizza goodness like Demeter at harvest time. Mmmm.
All the weight I'd lost during the stress of my move to Oregon from California seems to be finding its way back to me.