Good Pizza, Great Pizza The Stewards Challenge

Chapter 2. Day 36.

Greetings to you, popular pizza parlor proprietor! Your prowess has piqued the palates of our organization: The Stewards of the Sacred Ingredients! You might have noticed our lodge across the street.

The saucesayers have foreseen a transcendent za, so we intend to test you with trials of talent and taste. But for now, we want three pies. One plain. One vegetarian. One with meat.

Cheуse. Classic Meat. Vegetarian

Chapter 2. Day 37.

I am a saucesayer. Make me a pizza that reveals your destiny.

Make me a pizza that reveals your destiny.

Cheese.

Chapter 2. Day 43.

If your pizzas are truly elite, prepare me a pie that is totally sweet.

All the fruit; hold the meat, not even cheese, but don’t put it on wheat.

Chapter 2. Day 50.

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Cheese.

Chapter 2. Day 57.

Some believe that your pizza was foretold by the saucesayers. I think there’s something fishy about you… and I want you to prove it.

Show me a pizza like a deserted beach. Fish swimming in the sea, and not a soul on the sand.

Chapter 2. Day 64.

Saddle up, buckaroo, I reckon you’ve slung your fair share of pies, but if’n you’re tough tootin’ enough for my trial, I’m gonna need to see a mighty meat pie.

Keep quadrilateral meat to one side; the other meats can straddle both sides. Pork only, partner.

Chapter 2. Day 71.

Can you bring balance to the sauce? I seek a pizza of peace, respectful of mother earth and her bounty.

Group ingredients that grow in the ground and those that hang above the soil. And i hate pineapples.

Chapter 2. Day 78.

Fair pizza prodigy, I have been sent to provide you the penultimate test of true pizza perfect. Your time has nearly come.

If you truly are the Chosen One, you will soon understand…

Peppertiti.

Risen up from earth’s decay and sun’s radiant nectar required Death’s repose cannot be savored without sweet slice of life. Two sides balanced and made whole.

It’s the riddle of pizza, buddy. I can’t rest until I have a pizza that balances life and death. That’s half life and half death. On whole wheat.

The End