A slice of grease.
This is the third installment of my watercolor junk-food still-lifes.
A generic slice of pepperoni from a forgettable franchise: this wasn’t great pizza, but it was the only place within a 40-minute drive that sells it by the slice.
From an artistic point of view, it would have better to get a slice of all-dressed. The extra browns and greens from the peppers and mushrooms would have enhanced the bi-color red/yellow palette.
But this is Splat Creek. The sidewalks roll up early (even at 6:45 PM). So apparently it’s not worth selling more than one type of pizza-by-the-slice, even during peak supper time.
Still, it made for a decent breakfast. Any cold pizza out of the fridge tastes good the next day.