I love pizza. Or at least I thought I did.
Not sure if I was tired (had a garage sale today from 8 a.m. to 4 p.m.), but for supper, we ordered pizza in. It was a long, long day – no one felt like cooking.
We used to order pizza at least once a week. I loved it. I usually ate half – whether it was a small, medium or large. I have even been known to eat a whole pizza by myself from time to time. But we haven’t ordered pizza from any of the chains for at least six months, if not longer.
Now, it’s not that I haven’t eaten pizza, but we typically make it ourselves at home. My husband makes this AWESOME Greek pizza that I absolutely love. It doesn’t have any sauce on it, the crust (Martha White brand in the bag – the thin and crispy one) is sprayed with Pam and sprinkled with garlic salt. We top it with tomatoes, onions, green peppers, kalamata olives and fat free feta cheese – no meat! This is, by far, my favorite pizza. And, it goes wonderfully with a big, bold, bottle of Zinfandel.
Tonight, we ordered from a chain pizza place. A place I used to LOVE! We ordered the same pizza we typically get – except we couldn’t have a thin crust – with green and black olives and green peppers. I ate my crust first, which I typically do, because I like to dunk it in the garlic butter sauce. Then, as I began to eat the actual pizza part, I started to frown. It didn’t taste very good. Everyone else around me, including my husband, son, mom and dad, seemed to enjoy their pizza. They raved about it. But, to me, it tasted greasy, spongy, thick and heavy.
I was kind of disappointed. No, actually, I was SUPER disappointed. I ended up eating just one piece. Not sure why I ate the whole thing, I really didn’t even like it. I also ate two small breadsticks, but they didn’t even taste good either.
I guess from now on, I will just stick to the Greek pizza!