This night, I had pizza for dinner. It wasn’t made from scratch, nor changed into it from a neighborhood takeout restaurant. It becomes a boxed frozen pizza from the supermarket.
The brand is not critical, as I don’t need to get into the location of product endorsement, but it has a World War I flying ace at the box. As gourmand food is going, it’s missing a brilliant deal. It’s now not organic or all-herbal. It didn’t have any modern-day toppings on it. It had 4 types of meat, although I can’t do not forget which four meats they were.
It’s now not steeply-priced. It’s no longer award-winning. It is, however, scrumptious.
We take our pizza quite severely in this house. I want to get adventurous with my pizza. I like a wide variety. I like the reasonably-priced frozen kind, even those you can get for much less than a greenback. I like pepperoni and sausage. I like bacon and red meat. I like peppers and onions and black olives and a bunch of different cheeses.
I like buffalo chook pizza. I like white pizza, besides after they positioned tomatoes on it. I devour the white pizza to break out from tomatoes and I don’t like seeing them on a white pizza.
I like skinny crust and deep dish. I like pan pizza and flatbread pizza. I even like that kind that has the cheese on the lowest and the sauce on top. I eat the crust, too. All of it.
This is where it gets complex. I am from Baltimore, in which we are recognized for our seafood. Our pizza isn’t terrible, however, it doesn’t come near the stature of seafood in my place of origin. I can consume pretty much whatever on pizza and I have.
My spouse looks at me once I order pizza like I just ordered a success on Mary Poppins. How many want to I do something so merciless as to devour some of the stuff I even have on pizza? It’s quite easy. I just like the various matters and I like pizza. Putting them collectively doesn’t sound so weird. Maybe mussels and garlic butter on pizza don’t seem good to you, but as they say, don’t knock it until you try it.
There became a place on Long Island that used to serve a pizza with ziti on it. Imagine that, a whole Italian pasta dinner in your pizza. I assume in case you order it, the ghost of Enrico Caruso seems and sings “O Solo Mio” at the same time as you consume it.
My spouse is much less than adventurous along with her pizza. In truth, you can say she could be very safe. She likes cheese pizza. No toppings. She’s from New York, so she’s really of a professional on pizza. Bad New York pizza continues to be better than the first-rate pizza from different places, she claims.
She eats her pizza within the New York style — a big floppy slice, folded and shoved into the mouth. No knife and fork for her. Sometimes, she could consume her slices Brooklyn fashion, like John Travolta in “Saturday Night Fever” — one slice stacked on top of any other in a double-decker greasy, tacky delicacy.
You could fold the 2 slices in the event that they had been thin sufficient, but a maximum of the time, they had been more like a huge, thick wedge of pizza.
Where we stay isn’t the Pizza Capital of the World. My wife has critiqued maximum of the pizza locations round here and has deemed of them worth of New Yorker repute. When we go out for pizza it’s normally to this sort of places. We’ve been to different locations inside the state and feature experienced pizza that I have appreciated and she has not.
She says it’s because I don’t recognize any higher. I disagree as I actually have had masses of New York pizza that I did no longer like. I will supply a shout-out to L&B Spumoni Gardens in Brooklyn, however, as having pretty much the maximum perfect pizza there’s.