re: #242 Killgore Trout

I was in Italy with my mom a long time ago, having pizza. I know pizza wasn’t really a big thing in Italy originally, but they certainly adopted it with a zest once every American tourist wanted to have it.

Anyway, we were at one place where the crust was just perfect, just a bit of chew, very crisp, absolutely perfect.

My mom asked how hot the oven was.

The waiter said it was four hundred fifty degrees.

We thought “Well, that’s not that high— oh right, Celsius.”

832 degrees fahrenheit.