Growing up I hated, detested, loathed pizza. The smell, the taste, everything about it was absolutely horrid to me. I ate sprouts, cooked spinach and endives, liver, but I could not stand pizza. Yuck. But then, a few years ago (1998 to be precise) I was on holiday in Italy with my friend C and I just couldn't not try pizza. I mean, I was in Italy! So, I got myself the simplest one possible: Pizza Margherita. There wasn't even any cheese on it!
Well, I tasted it. And in the end only a few small crusts were left on my plate. And I've liked pizza ever since. On occasion I will have up to five pizzas in my freezer (no room for more) and they will not stay there long...
Pizzas originated in Naples, Italy and are oven-baked, flat, round bread bases, covered in tomatoes or tomato sauce and cheese and a variety of other toppings. Different regions, different tastes. I prefer mine with mozzarella, salami and pineapple. According to official pizza bakers a wrong idea, because it combines sweet (pineapple) with savoury (salami) and that is not really done. But then again, in the Netherlands you can also get Pizza Shoarma!
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