The Importance of Pizza Sarah Takimoto

One late Saturday afternoon, my friend Amelia and I were completely ravenous so I decided to order a pizza, not realizing how significantly that one pie could change not only the course of my day, but also my outlook on life. After shamelessly devouring the pizza to a point beyond satiation, we both heard and smelt my dad grilling burgers, cutting tomatoes and lettuce, and baking French fries. Normally this situation would have created a sort of excitement among us, but instead only made us a little less than enthused. Though at that point, it was too late to tell him that we had already eaten and regrettably could not eat his well-prepared meal. Instead we filled up our plates and told my parents that we wanted to eat outside. Trying not to look too much at the food, we contemplated on a plan to somehow get rid of all of the food without wasting it. After initially supposing we could let the dogs have a go at it, we decided to give it instead to someone who needed it a little more than two overweight dogs; the homeless. At this point we fell upon a slight predicament as to where and whom we could donate this warm meal. Living in the Denver metropolitan area, we were bound to find someone in need along the busy streets of...