"This had better be good" S. warned as I fumbled with the can opener. "It'll be great, just give it a fair chance." I was pleading. S. had been all primed for Sentry's fried chicken, but I had changed my mind at the store, and she was furious. "Just you wait, this'll be the best meal since that time we ... " I had gotten the heavy Poppin' wheat bread, the stuff that really won't fit in the toaster ... no matter, I was covering the bread anyway. I fit the two slices of toast on a large paper plate, and spread the store bought, squeeze bottled, pizza sauce over it. The important thing in this dish is not skimping on ingredients. I knew S. liked whole milk mozzarella, and that she always ordered extra cheese, so I cut the slices to about a quarter inch thick and put it on top of the sauce. Meats, I had bought pepperoni, and canadian Bacon, I even had some summer sausage as a back up, but S. never orders sausage so I stuck to the lean canadian bacon and the over spiced pepperoni. I used a liberal amount, covering the cheese (which covered the sauce, which covered the bread). Mushrooms, olives, not a lot, but enough, I put a little more sauce on the top ... just for color. It looked like a square uncooked Pizza so I figured to cook it. I popped it in my big microwave and nuked it for a couple of minutes. I knew when I saw the melted cheese, and smelled the garlic in the sauce that I had hit everything right. I opened an ice cold can of Pepsi, grabbed a knife and fork and took it to S. as a peace offering. S. was still miffed. "What is it?" she growled, giving me her "I'm mad as hell and don't try to sweet talk me" look. "I don't have time to make up fancy names. It's a modular microwave pizza." I explained. She cut into it doubtfully, but I could see she was delighted when the cheese formed a long string from fork to plate. She ate the first piece with a thoughtful look ... "Okay, so you proved you can cook ... two points for creativity." "Better than chicken?" I coaxed. "Well ..." I had already started back to the kitchen to begin my helping. I used my favorite sharp Tillamook cheddar as well as the mozzarella, and I wished I'd bought some canned pineapple ... oh well, something to try next time. About an hour later S. and I sat together watching the tube. "It was much better than chicken." she whispered giving me one of her snuggly-hugs.