I love pizza. I like to make it myself, either as a treat because I'm craving it or for the old school approach of using leftovers and lone stragglers. Half a bell pepper left? Pizza time. Four lonely anchovies left? Pizza time. Half a pot of creme fraiche and just one chicken breast left? White pizza time.
Normally, I go for freshly made dough (which happily sits in the fridge, ready to go for a week!) and a thin as possible crust... but sometimes, pizza 'pie' with its yeasty, doughy, chewy focaccia-like goodness is the only way to go. It really depends on the mood, the company and whether it's a planned pizza or a random spontaneous outburst of pizza.
As for Domino's or Pizza Hut - if you measure pizza goodness by these standards, your soul is already lost. I don't mind either of them when I'm pressed with little time or stranded in a city I don't know and don't care about getting to know properly. In my home and the region I call home, I will not accept the disrespecting vulgarization of pizza. Pizza is something you make yourself, getting better, more efficient and more refined at throughout your life. Pizza is something you order from a local Italian or someone who loves making pizza, and is good at it. Frozen pizza is sad. Shrink-wrapped pizza can work, but only if you have a proper excuse for not being able or willing to do pizza yourself.
I've tasted pizza all around the world, and I've plunged right into the abyss. No matter who you are, when you sell pizza, my first order is always a margherita. If you mess that up, we're through, probably for life. It's OK if your war-torn or culturally deprived country doesn't do fresh basil. It's OK if your idea of cheese strays from mozzarella if you can explain to me why you chose the cheese you chose. It's not OK to pervert the idea of a proper pizza with putting cheese in the crust or force-mating pizza with cheese burgers. Those are mad, horrible and silly.
Buffalo wings have got nothing to do with pizza. All buffalo wings tell me are tales of sensory deprivation, cultural black holes and the fact that there's a fryer in the kitchen place that should be dedicated to the making of pizza. Major turnoff. Some of the Turkish places we frequent make great kebabs, boreks and lahmacuns, outstanding salads and glorious baklava. For their pizza, however, they should be sued for racism and attempted bodily harm.
Oh, please bear in mind that, in certain languages, 'pizza' describes the female sexual organs in a rather vulgar and very offensive fashion. Fun, eh?
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