Thursday, 25 November 2010

I'm not really talking about pizza, okay?

Over the years, my relationship with pizza has changed. In my teens I was completely content with those pre-prepared pizza's from the chiller or freezer, that required nothing more than the ability to open a packet and work a microwave or oven. In my early adult years, with a busy family, often I would turn to the other easy option, and order takeout pizza. Cheap, fast and oh so easy, I didn't concern myself with anything other than filling up everyone's tummy. After I became a vegetarian I fell hard for Pizza Hut's vegetarian pizza, and for the first time I began to experiment with different toppings, my all time favourite being a thin based, vegetarian pizza topped with tomato, mushroom, onion, capsicum and loaded up with jalepeno's, chilli flakes and cajun spices, HOT!
Eventually I became a vegan, and decided to make my own pizza's using the rather expensive, but animal-free, mozzarella cheese substitute, made out of potato of all things.
People will tell you a lot of different things about pizza. Some will say there is nothing like a stuffed crust meat supreme from the pizza place. Others will argue that unless you are making your own dough, organically growing your own toppings, and cooking it in an authentic stone pizza oven you can't begin to call it pizza. Some people will even tell you that they don't like pizza at all, and refuse to eat it.
People will argue passionately over toppings and base's and cooking methods. They will exhaust themselves convincing you that their pizza is the most delicious pizza, all the while it grows cold and tasteless waiting to be eaten. They will be cruel to each other, as if rejecting their pizza is rejecting them. But here is what I have to say.
It doesn't matter where your pizza came from, how it's cooked or what it's made of. 
There is no perfect recipe to fulfill everybody.
What matters is one simply thing.

YOU LOVE EATING IT.

3 comments:

Gina said...

haha you are so funny. I have come across so many pizza snobs in my time and they always make me want to sit eating frozen pizza with nothing but grated cheese on it!! Well, not still frozen obviously!!

But yeah I kind of went through the same thing. I just love pizza really however it is. But my favourite is either homemade - cos then the base is how I like it - light but soft, and I can overload it with toppings, all spicy and colourful - or stuffed crust with spicy chicken from the supermarket.

I am too tight to get takeaway pizza. Pizza is so cheap to make or buy in the shop that I just can't pay takeaway prices. I just can't . . . But I'd eat it if someone else was paying

debra said...

My vegan daughter made a pizza last week----cooking it for the very first time. The crust was ok---we figured out how to improve it (add garlic!), the sauce was good; then there was the vegan cheese. Sticky stuff. Time for plan B

Karen said...

What a wonderful attitude toward life--the details don't matter--the overall joy is what it's all about. Lovely.

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