August 23rd, 2019

It's nearly the weekend now and all I can say is, bring on the pizza.  I love pizza.  I really do.  In fact, I cannot think of anyone I've ever met that doesn't like pizza.  We both are big fans. At least one day (or night) of the weekend Tim will offer to take us out to eat and he kindly asks me what I am in the mood for.  I struggle with that question because I almost always want to say, "Pizza!" 

Once upon I time I knew how to make a decent pizza.  I don't know what happened to my pizza making mojo but my last few attempts have, hmmm what's the word for it?  Sucked?  Yup that's the word.  They were bad.  Very bad.  I am not sure what I'm doing differently but obviously something.    When I announce to the household that I am making pizza for dinner, instead of the yumyum face now I see the polite face that is not so secretly hiding the cringing face.   With most other foods, I am a pretty good cook so it really annoys me that I am so very horrible at making pizza.

But you know what?  Since there are so very many pizza places around here, why bother anyway? We can buy pizza from any number of places and most of them even deliver!  Woohoo!  Well here is the thing.  Tim and I both love pizza but we both love completely different pizza. It's a problem.

Tim prefers a thin crust. Thin and crispy.  Artinsanal if possible.  Hand tossed, right out of the oven, wonky shaped and hothothot. He also wants meat on his pizza. Lots and lots of meat. It's ok if there is other stuff on there as long as it is mostly, meat.  Pepperoni, sausage, meatball, ham, bacon...basically if it ever made a noise in it's real life, Tim wants it on his pizza. Which means no mushrooms.  Mushrooms are silent and therefore do not belong on pizza. Also they are a fungus.  Tim wants no fungus on his pizza. EVER!   Sure sure, cheese is nice, a little sauce to hold it all together but it's all about the meat.  He is the carnivores carnivore.

On the other hand, I like a chewier crust. Not a big honking thick bread-like crust, but a little thicker, a little chewier.  I don't care what shape a pizza is either, round, square, rectangular or heart shaped, it don't matter to me. What matters is that there is a lot of cheese, the ooey gooey kind.  And vegetables, loads of vegetables.  And when I say vegetables, I do not mean broccoli or eggplant or zucchini!  I once ordered a veggie pizza and that is what showed up.  No.  Let me explain.  When I say,  Veggie pizza, I mean, mushrooms (bring on the fungus!), green peppers, olives, onions...stuff like that.  I am far more careful about that now.

Tim favours a place here on the island called Made in Italy.  Everything on their extensive menu is amazing. It's all fresh (even the pasta!) and tasty and yummy and amazing.  And their pizza is exactly what  Tim loves.  Thin thin hand tossed lots of meat and he loves it.  I do not love it. And one of the reasons I do not love it is that it doesn't hold up to overnight refrigeration.  Yup, it totally fails as one of my all time favourite breakfast treats - cold leftover pizza right out of the fridge.  The thin crust doesn't hold up.  Not a fan of soggy pizza. So it's either eat the entire thing at dinner the night before, or throw away any leftovers.

My favourite pizza places (there are a lot of them) are just ordinary regular I don't even care if they are chains most of the time pizza places with chewy crusts and normal vegetables and lots of cheese. A chewy crust definitely stands the tests of time, tide and refrigeration. So I fall asleep happyhappy for several nights in a row knowing that I will be eating leftover pizza cold right out of the fridge for breakfast the next morning.  Pizza Bliss!

Obviously what ends up happening is that I don't really like the pizza from the places Tim leans toward and he doesn't really like the pizza from that places I like.  What to do, what to do?  Well sometimes we go to his favourite and sometimes we go to mine.  And in between we try other pizza restaurants. Always hoping that the next place will have pizza that we both like.

We won't give up. I'm sure it's out there, somewhere.  We keep searching for a place that we both like.   That means we have to do a LOT of research.  Constantly trying out new pizza places, forever seeking that perfect pizza place that will suit us both.  It takes time, research and absolute dedication to the task. It's a sacrifice but someone has to do it.  I nominate us.  We will do it.  We will step up.  Our mission, and we have chosen to accept it, is to find the perfect pizza place that will be the answer to both of our pizza palates!  It may take time, it will definitely take effort, but eventually, we will succeed.

As it is nearly the weekend, wish us well as we bravely step back out into the fray, once again, seeking the perfect pizza place.  Wish us godspeed and good pizza.  Roger, over and out.