Every Friday night my family went to Pizza Hut. Oh yeah, Baby! As I’ve gotten older and other pizza joints have come in and out of my life, I’ve never been as happy as when I’m eating Pizza Hut pizza.
Lately I’ve been wondering why this is. In the sake of all honesty, there could be better pizza. In fact, I make a mean pie, complete with “from scratch dough.” Perhaps it’s because of all those memories that rush in on me the minute I smell Pizza Hut. Then those memories are given vivid color and stereo sound with just one bite.
These are the memories I want my kids to have. I want them to know they are loved beyond belief, that they can trust us, that we expect their very best, and that it’s cool to be with your parents (even when you’re 15 or 18 or 22). Did going to Pizza Hut every Friday night teach me these things? Probably not, but it may have had something to do with it.
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Oh, I think going to Pizza Hut every Friday definitely has something to do with what you learned about your family’s love. Not the pizza itself, but the closeness, the shared experience … I have no doubt that your kids are already feeling the warmth of your unconditional love. The power of sense memories is so amazing, isn’t it?
–Stacie
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I agree with your assessment of Pizza Hut pizza but all the same, there is something very satisfying about the pizza! I remember when Pizza Hut used to have a reading incentive. You filled out a chart with the number of pages you read in a book every day, and you would get a big button and some kind of free something at the restaurant… free soda or something!
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I’m with you Ruth. Pizza at the Shamrock! Pizza Hut pizza, plastic!
Bonnie
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