I couldn’t wait to take a bite. I knew however that I would need to wait. Painful memories. Memories of scalding hot cheese scorching the inside of my mouth. I needed to wait. Experience and age imparted patience.

After a few moments, I assessed the situation. The cheese appeared to have solidified. No more steam was rising. The greasy exterior looked cool to the touch. It was time.

I grabbed one and bit into the middle. Nothing. No satisfying flavor. Only a lukewarm squish. I had waited too long.

I had missed the magical sixty second window. That special time between blazing hot pain and cold sadness. My fear had caused me to miss. Miss and roll into a disappointing snack. I had missed the “Pizza Roll Sweet Spot.”