I put down a good deposit in the wood bank this weekend. You know you love pizza and are at least a little obsessed when you spend a good part of your Fourth of July weekend chopping wood. Luckily, I was able to recruit some of the family to help. Mom, my brother, and my oldest son all pitched in. More pizza for them!
Sure, I could buy it, but cutting and splitting it myself brings me that much closer to being one with the pie. Each stick is perfect. No rot, and exactly the size and length I want. And the vanilla smell when splitting the oak is just heaven.
I also built a little woodshed on the side of the garage to keep some backup. Always better to have and not need than need and not have, I say.