"Why?", you ask, full of curiosity.
*go on, then, look curious*
Because, I merrily reply, his Mother Dearest adorned in her purpliest of purple gum boots managed to produce a gluten and dairy free pizza base that
- A) doesn't resemble a piece of cardboard
- B) doesn't have the taste of a soggy recycled camel jockey's armpit and
- C) doesn't make him fart Vivaldi's Four seasons in F minor.
And got the 2 thumbs up from the Aspie geek who chomped on a few as he watched the season finale of Doctor Who.
With parents who were Whovians and Trekkies their whole lives the poor kid never stood a chance.