Frozen pizza. You're thinking of those little, thin crust things that taste like warmed cardboard with some kind of red sauce stuff glopped on. I know you are. But stop it. Stop it now, lest the Amy worshippers get word of this and bestow a vengence worthy of Genghis Khan upon your poor, unsuspecting soul. Bow before the grace that is Amy!

Needless to say, I'm a huge fan of Amy. And this, if you ask me, is the flagship of our little fleet of Amy's favorites. Our family prefers this pizza over anything that you can have delivered or pick up or whatever. Well, expect for this wood roasted place that we have to save up for, but that's a different story.

The crust is thin, with just enough heft to make you work for it. The sauce. Well, let's just say, whomever it was at Amy's that came up with this should be knighted or given a grand huzzah or whatever. It's perfect. Absolutely the perfect pizza sauce. The tomato comes through, the spices aren't overpowering and it's just the right consistency. The cheeze, frankly, is just as good if not better than any real mozzeralla. I'd give it more idiots on our rating scale, but we have to stop somewhere.

Hey, Amy! I'm available. Call me, we'll do lunch. If you'll cook.

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