Missouri loves company, plus orgasmic pizza

Yeah, yeah, I've been slacking off. I've been in St. Louis this past week visiting The Family. For some reason as soon as the plane hits the Lambert tarmac, I lose all motivation to be a productive human being and nothing seems quite so enticing as sitting and watching television with The Dog on my parents' big comfy couch.

I did manage to cook up a four-course meal for my hard-working parental units last Monday that turned out quite superb. (I even did a cheese course! A CHEESE COURSE! God, I'm fancy.) I had every intention of taking pictures and posting recipes, but then I decided that my fan base of 2.5 people would just have to suck it up and look elsewhere for culinary inspiration.

I was so lazy this week that I didn't even make it to two food destinations that I was very much looking forward to - Ted Drewe's and Jilly's Cupcake Bar. Ted Drewe's is pretty much a summer staple in St. Louis - people wait in line for ridiculous amounts of time for their concretes - frozen custard in the vein of a Dairy Queen blizzard, but way better. Dairy Queen on crack, basically.

Jilly's is a new place in town that is pretty self-explanatory. Cupcakes. Lots of 'em. I've never been, but I've heard good things. I really wanted to go stuff my face with a Bee Sting or Chocolate Thunder (which, I'm pretty sure is the name of a sex toy) cupcake, even more so when there was a big article on the bakery in the Post-Dispatch. But, 'twas not meant to be.

I didn't make it to either of these places. But I did get a haircut and my teeth cleaned. Woohoo.

All this was made up for last night, though, when I bit into honest-to-Mabel the best pizza I have ever tasted. That is saying a lot. A lot a lot. It was at the Liberty Tavern in Clarendon (yes, folks, I'm back in town, let the party begin.) Here's a run down, in haiku form, because this pizza deserves a haiku:

The Summer Pizza

Sweet figs, salty ham

sit atop an air-light crust

cheesy seduction

Sooo...I'm not quitting my day job. But there you have it. I'm not sure that haiku actually captures the glory that is this pizza, but I just know that I've never wanted to write a haiku after leaving 2 Amy's, so the fact that I just did for this one should be an indication of its fabulousity. It's the stuff food dreams are made of. If soulmates came in pizza form, then I met mine last night. I think you get the picture. Hurry if you want some because the menu changes, and if you see an awkward girl full-on licking a pizza plate in the corner, that could be me, so say hi.