The story of the purloined pizza stone

Not the story of the blog. The story of the stone that inspired the blog. It was, as you may have gathered, obtained under less-than-honest circumstances. But college student I was, homemade pizza I desired, and a stone my parents did have. (Is that an awkward sentence, or is it just me?)

So the pizza stone headed back to California, shanghaied in my suitcase. I reasoned that it was rarely used by the folks, and I'd return it, eventually. That was seven years ago, and the pizza stone, still in my custody, has been used countless times for pizza, calzones and bread and has now inspired a blog. So, world, meet The Purloined Pizza Stone (the blog and the real thing).