This talk of Brooklyn Pizza made me think of something that I bought and tasted for the first time the other day: Prosciutto Bread.

That fucking stuff is great, but deadly. To put it into perspective for non Italians, it is the equivalent of bacon and a croissant fucking and having an offspring. The lil chunks of prosciutto baked in there release their fat into the bread, making it so moist and tasty. Can't eat just one bite, either.

As I was driving around working, I'd tear off a piece here and a piece there, until 1/2 the loaf was gone and I had to stop myself. I had the same feelings of regret and self loathing that I do after masturbating.