{Day 10} : Dear Michael's, I Miss You.

Today is Day 10 : A photo of your favorite place to eat.

I'm going to be real for a moment ... I love food. Yes, I love it. And because of that, I'm particularly unbiased when it comes to where we eat when we go out for dinner. My only opinion on the "Hey, where would you like to eat in the town that's 50-ish minutes away?" is that they have to have good food. And yes, there are no restaurants here in this little po-dunk "city" of Lousyana. Unless you consider fast-food your choice of satisfying your soul when in dire need of not wanting to cook.

So, since I don't have a favorite place to eat, I figured I would tell you my favorite thing that I always get several times in a week long visit back in Tennessee and that would be :

via Michael's Pizza

THE best pizza I've ever had in my life. And trust me, I eat pizza everywhere I go and nothing compares. The crust is sweet, the sauce is sweet and the toppings ... mmm. This is probably one of the things that I miss the most from our days of living in Tennessee.

I love pizza. I eat it weekly and I'm not ashamed to tell you that. Mainly because my husband and son love it just as much. It works for our family. When it came to ordering a pizza every week, we were stuck with Papa John's or Pizza Hut.  While I don't mind them, I knew I could eat a pizza in Michigan that would taste like a pizza from Louisiana from their stores. There was nothing original about it. So, one night my husband and I decided to order a pizza from a place that was literally 2 miles outside of our subdivision. After that night, we never looked back.

Want to know something sad? We could call the one closest to us, tell them our last name and they'd make a pepperoni/sausage/jalapenos pizza for us without us really having to place an order. They knew us and we knew them. It was love I tell you.

When I was there in May for three weeks, I'm pretty positive I ate it close to 8 times. Come November, I plan to get my fill again!