How could I ever forget Pizza Crust Friday? ❤️🍕 Even if the week has been chaotic, exhausting, or completely upside down, there’s one thing that always brings me back to center—PCF. It’s more than just pizza. It’s a tradition, a ritual, and a delicious little reminder that no matter what happens, we always have something to look forward to.
This Friday was no different. I might have been running late, juggling too much, and totally worn out, but my heart still knew what day it was. The minute I saw that golden crust and smelled the warm cheesy goodness, I smiled and said it out loud: Happy PCF.
And of course, I saved the best part for last—the crust. That crunchy, chewy, perfect end bite. It’s what makes PCF so special. Some people don’t get it, but those who know… know. It’s not just about eating pizza—it’s about celebrating the little wins of the week, about community, laughter, and those silly traditions that bring joy in the simplest ways.
Maybe you’re eating your PCF with friends, maybe alone with your pet, or maybe you’re sending a shoutout to Chooch—the one who made Pizza Crust Friday legendary in the first place. However you do it, we’re all connected in this funny little way. One crust at a time.
So no, I didn’t forget PCF. I never will. Whether I post late, show up tired, or don’t say much at all—I’m always thinking about it. Always holding onto the joy it brings. And always grateful for everyone who celebrates it with me.
To the crust, to the laughs, to the memories, and to Chooch—thank you. Happy Pizza Crust Friday, everyone. ❤️🍕
