A pizza plate soaked in pizza grease, with a few key horse picks a day.
The grease never lies.
The Pepperoni Cup: the little pepperonis that curl up in the oven and hold a tiny pool of grease in the middle — each one is a miniature plate of destiny all by itself. Today's big plate came from under three of them.
Pizza fact: pepperoni cups curl because the edges cook faster than the center. That curl is not showing off — it's concentrating the flavor, the same way today's plate concentrated a whole afternoon of racing into three names.
House rule: never wipe the plate before you read it. The grease that runs toward Mahoning Valley, Will Rogers, and Finger Lakes today ran clear and straight — no smears, no second guesses.
Every day the pizza gets eaten, the plate gets read. Out of the whole card, a few key picks rise to the surface of the grease — those are the ones written here, each with the track it's running at. A fresh plate is served daily.