M: Is this the pizza from Sam’s?
Me: No, we finished that yesterday.
M: Then where did you get this?
Me: I made it.
M: Wow. You should be in competition, because this pizza is really good.
Yes, well, somehow I don’t think an actual restaurant would find my flatbread/sauce/cheese in the toaster oven a threatening combination. Especially since that’s not even mozzarella cheese, but rather jack, because that’s what I found languishing away in the freezer. But hey, it’s nice to be appreciated.