Well I am still the one with the cast iron stomach. Usually my wife shares in the left overs, but her system wasn't up to it so she heated the pizza for me alone and she had something less stimulating. My problem lately has been is that while my taste buds were once able to handle anything but no more. I used to love pizza, but any more I simply tolerate it especially when it's gone through the oven twice. This is true of other things as well. But... I'm not complaining.I love pizza. Even if it's reheated.
My hubby likes leftover spaghetti with ragu'.
He fries it till it's crispy on one side and then turns in over. (in very little oil).
It becomes one solid chunk.
I don't care for this.