I got to thinking about pizza the other day. Not really as random as that, I happened to be walking past the local pizza place, from there it wasn’t a huge leap of logic. Anyway I finally reached the conclusion that ambrosia is only the food of the gods because, along with all the other challenges of living atop a mountain, the Olympians probably weren’t able to get pizza delivered fast enough to keep it from getting cold.

And as I was thinking about pizza delivery, I started weighing the pros and cons of it. On the plus side it comes in handy when you don’t have any food available, or at least nothing you fancy. On the other hand there is a major problem with pizza (whether delivered or not) and thats putting on weight, at least it is in my case. The simple reality seems to be that pizza is as attracted to the fat cells in my stomach as I am to pizza.

But that wasn’t the end of my train of thought – it was a rather long walk. What struck me was that I can order food, for a price that is affordable at least on an incidental basis, and have it delivered within an hour (faster from some of the more expensive services). There’s something inherently decadent in worrying about the ready availability of too much food, rather than too little. Guess that makes me decadent then…