LIES I HAVE TOLD: A SLICE OF CONSTANT SORROW

by Keef Rutledge on May 22, 2012

I worked for three years at a small hole-in-the-wall Italian restaurant as a sous-chef. When I wasn’t making sous, I would hole up in the back room, experimenting with different doughs and cheeses, trying to come up with the perfect pizza. At long last, after many years and at great personal expense, I came up with a twelve-inch, thin-crust pizza with… well, I won’t get into the gory details. I had my recipe down pat. I arrived at work early one morning and cooked just one perfect pizza. I ate one slice and threw the rest away. I burned the recipe. After that slice of perfect pizza, everything else that ever happened to me would be a meaningless, disappointing farce. Since that day I have been unable to stop weeping.

 

(Keef Rutledge lives in Austin and can be seen at www.keef.org.)

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