WILDWOOD, N.J. — My wife noticed this sign on the boardwalk. Previously, we had been led to believe that pitza was a food stuff indiginous to Senape’s of Hazleton, Pa. Our friend Tom once had this to say about it:
To clarify, no one “likes” Senapes pitza. We consume it out of fear. Yes, fear. No one has ever seen a Senape’s bakery delivery truck anywhere near their local market, and yet, there it is…every Saturday morning during grocery shopping…the ominous blue and white box (obviously the colors of the ever-mistrusted and thrice-cursed U.N.)…oils slowly oozing from the corners of its container…lying there…lying there in wait…slowly self-replicating via some bizarre Cronenberg-ian ovipository sequence relating to its bakery-string-like replication tendrils.
Shudder. It is not so much ingested as it is…destroyed.
Based on that, we decided not to inquire any more.
