Giving thanks for double-decker pizza.

So, there we were: My little bro, sis-in-law and their boy, the hubs and myself. We hunkered down for the eve around a table at the flying goat. There were pint glasses, a soda glass and a lovely little juice glass filled with some yummy Townshend blend for me.

There were hours of conversation. And two pizza pies (so far, my fave is the D Street) to keep us company.

There was more wine, followed by more chatter. And then, just when we thought the night couldn’t get any better … there was this: a heaping basket of fry bread, smothered in sweet, sweet cinnamon sugar (think Elephant Ears in a not-so-messy and much-more-crowd-friendly form) and served with a double-dip of fantabulousness.

Yes indeedy. This girl has much to ba thankful for.

Get yours at the Flying Goat , 3318 W. Northwest Blvd.