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The Plain One That Almost Didn’t Survive the Archive
A round, lightly-topped pizza with a browned edge, preserved only as a small, low-resolution thumbnail — April 2018’s entry didn’t make it through the years in full quality, but the shape of the story is still there: another pizza, another Thursday, another photo taken mostly out of habit by that point. By April 2018 this…
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The Well-Done, No-Regrets Rectangle
A large, oblong pizza with a seriously charred crust — this one pushed further into “well-done” territory than almost anything else in the archive. Late March 2018, and someone clearly wasn’t afraid of a dark crust that week. Some people call that burnt. This household apparently calls it flavor. I’ll invent that the oven ran…
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The Skillet Pizza Nobody Photographed Well
A round pizza in a metal pan or skillet, photographed in low light with what survives in the archive as a fairly low-resolution shot — March 2018, and this one clearly wasn’t the priority documentation-wise, but it still earned a photo, so here it is. I’ll invent that this was a cast-iron-skillet pizza experiment, deep-dish…
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Basil, Tomato, and a Margherita Moment
Fresh basil leaves scattered across a red-sauce pizza, photographed just eleven days after the white pizza above — January 2018 was apparently a two-pizza-in-two-weeks kind of month. This one leans margherita, and the basil placement looks almost deliberate, which for this archive counts as high styling effort. Invented detail: I’ll guess the basil came from…
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White Pizza on Dark Parchment
Ricotta dollops scattered across a round white pizza, photographed on dark parchment paper in January 2018 — a full seven years after the archive’s first pizza photo, and the white-pizza-with-ricotta formula is clearly still in the regular rotation. Some combinations just work and stay in the lineup. Recipe inspiration for anyone inspired to start their…
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Cambridge, Round Two: Still No Idea Where
Nine months after the Harvard Square incident, I was back in Cambridge, apparently unable to learn from my own poor documentation habits. This time: a white plate, a respectable pile of wings, and a blue ramekin of ranch that suggests at least a mid-tier establishment. Still no restaurant name anywhere in frame. I was clearly…
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A Perfectly Unremarkable Tuesday
No occasion, no experiment, no new sauce — just a plain white plate of wings on what the timestamp insists was a Tuesday in April 2017. Some of the best home cooking happens exactly like this: not for anyone, not for content, just because it was Tuesday and wings sounded right. Recipe inspiration: Inspired Taste’s…
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Wings at the Desk: A Working Lunch, Sort Of
There’s a keyboard in this photo, which tells you everything about the state of my work-life balance in March 2017. Somewhere between emails, I apparently decided the responsible move was a plate of home-cooked wings eaten at my desk, mid-afternoon, no plans to stop working. Efficient, if not exactly ergonomic. I’d like to say I’ve…
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Back Bay Basket Wings: A Sports Bar Blur
January in Back Bay, wings and fries served in a basket lined with the classic red-and-white checkered paper, at a table with some kind of nautical eagle motif going on. This has “sports bar within walking distance of Copley Square” written all over it, right down to the presentation, but not one shred of a…
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The One That Started It All (Probably)
Every obsession has an origin story, and as far as this archive goes, this might be it — a blue plate, a Belmont kitchen, October 2016. No fanfare, no dry rub philosophy yet, just a home cook figuring out that oven-baked wings could be genuinely good if you stopped babying them and cranked the heat.…