Life, so I'm told, is full of highs and lows. It's the latter that make some of us wish we could take a mulligan. A real-time do-over. At 27, I'll readily admit that I don't have a big list of do-overs. Maybe not wearing these giant glasses in 6th grade or tucking T-shirts into my mom jeans...
Or wearing a denim jumper at the age of 15. Yikes, 15. Thank you to anyone who was my friend at that unfortunate time.
But none of those things are truly regrets worthy of a do-over. They are part of who I was and who I've become today. The same could be said for the cheeseburger pie. But, before I get to the ingredients, let me back up just a little.
You see, one summer in college, I shared a house with a good friend, Nick. (Hi, Nick!) Being the first time I'd lived out of my parents' house and college dorms, I had no kitchen goods or know-how. Upon learning that I'd be on my own that summer, my sweet mother promptly took me out to buy pots, pans, and even a few cookbooks so I wouldn't starve or rely on pizza every night.
News flash: We ate pizza.
A lot. Like, three times a week. In our defense, it was a really hot summer and the house wasn't air-conditioned, so turning on the oven was simply not an option. So, we'd come home from our student worker jobs, one of us with a pizza, and steal away to the basement where we'd feast and play Mario Kart on Gamecube for hours. True story. Sorry, Mom :)