In Praise Of Pizza

The video featured the world’s largest most deliverable pizza.  The infomercial “documentary” touted a gigantic pizza pie that is 54 inches square. In order to completely bake it, they have to rotate it in the oven halfway through the baking process. “Big Mama’s and Papa’s says their pie feeds anywhere from 50 to 70 people.

The Los Angeles pizzeria calls the spacious square the “Giant Sicilian”. The starting price for one of these begins at around $250. The video showed two employees loading the finished pizza into a special rack on top of a tiny Smart Car. I like people who use irony to good effect.

Unfortunately, I watched the video shortly before bedtime. I had to fight off the craving for a slice of pizza because I don’t eat anything within two hours of bedtime because of acid reflux issues. Unsurprisingly, I had pizza themed dreams that night.

The next morning, I ate two cold slices of day old leftover pizza for breakfast. Have you ever noticed that leftover pizza is never neglected in the fridge for very long? Nobody ever worries about spoiled leftover refrigerated pizza.

I remember family and friends who have worked at the Pizza Hut chain. Helen, one of my British friends, used to bake pizzas at a Pizza Hut in Greater London. My friend Andy baked pizzas at one of the Norfolk, Nebraska Pizza Huts as a college job. Becky, the ex-wife of another friend used to waitress at a Pizza Hut in Wayne, Nebraska. My late step-mom, Tippy, was an assistant manager for awhile at the same Wayne Pizza Hut. In fact, that is where dad first met Tippy.

So, out of familiarity and family loyalty, I like to eat at Pizza Huts.  In my mind, eating there is like eating at home even though I very seldom order pizza home delivery.  By the way, I drink plain iced tea with my pizza slices.

The pizza I miss most, is the pizza from “Andy’s Pizza”. It was a small pizzeria that was very popular with college students. I used to hang out with friends on Saturday nights at “Andy’s”. Their pies were pure perfection. The pizzeria was owned and operated by an Italian immigrant family. All of their pizzas were created from authentic Roman recipes. There was nothing “all-American” about “Andy’s Pizza” except that they catered to the American adoration of pizza. I wish they were still in business.

What I also miss are those times before I turned 40 and higher rates of metabolism. I could eat an entire medium-size pizza and still have room for ice-cream. I didn’t gain a single pound from doing this once per month. Now, in my retirement years, I have to limit pizza to two or three slices, even though I crave more than that. Also, I don’t eat pizza nearly as frequently.

My diet is more sensible these days but I’m only human. I do like to indulge now and then. When that happens, the special treat is a large veggie pizza with extra cheese. It’s large so there will be plenty of leftovers to heat up or eat cold right out of the refrigerator.

The Blue Jay of Happiness quotes baseball’s Yogi Berra. “You better cut the pizza in four pieces because I’m not hungry enough to eat six.”

About swabby429

An eclectic guy who likes to observe the world around him and comment about those observations.
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2 Responses to In Praise Of Pizza

  1. Doug says:

    Cold pizza the next day always tastes better for some reason. Just de-lish. I miss Godfathers pizza. With all the pizza places in such a large city, not a single Godfathers. 😦

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