It was late. We were hungry. There's no shame in a frozen pizza now and then.
We cooked up a couple pizzas and Miyagi pulled them out skillfully, using the giant wooden paddle that calls itself a pizza board. We set them on top of the stove and started to rummage around for the pizza slicer. Somehow in the following moments we managed to pull one of the pizzas off the stove top, and face down on the floor. After staring at it for a few dazed moments, we discussed our options in true Miyagi & Me fashion.
"Well . . . huh."
*shrug* "I don't know . . .?"
"I guess we could . . ."
" . . . I don't think it's bad . . ."
"should we just . . .?"
And then we promptly picked up the pizza, then picked up all the TOPPINGS from the pizza, plopped them back on and proceeded to eat the whole thing as if nothing had happened.
I was actually tastier than the intact pizza . . . maybe it's all that Italian seasoning I use to clean the floor.