Sunday Morning; or, What Becomes a Breakfast Pizza Most?

I had more dough than I needed for last night's pizza, so I sliced off a hunk, wrapped it and put it in the refrigerator. LL said, "You should make a breakfast pizza tomorrow." I thought, "O.K., why not? Another first achieved in a lifetime of ever-higher yet moderately attainable goals."

This morning when I arose from my slab of slumber to make my tea …