I just don’t get the idea of pizza anymore. Sure I love a good slice of pizza, loaded with meat and vegetables, but when is it the right time to eat it?
Its easy to say its a fast food, just dial a number and dinner’s ready, but then you see those adverts that glorify pizza, like Ristorante where there’s a couple who are enjoying it on a date. I have every respect for the food, yet I wouldn’t order a pizza if I was impressing a girl. And this pizza is luxury, instead of ordering a think, sloppy pizza that looks like it had botox injections, you get a slim, crispy pizza with mozzarella and pesto.
This goes back to my article where I declare that I will not drink tea outside my home as it is too special to be enjoyed anytime (Essential Ethics), I’d drink it with respect, yet would I have given the same respect to a slice of pizza? It is a tasty food everyone likes to eat yet people eat it out of cardboard boxes in a sloppy manner dropping toppings and cheese on the floor, not to mention in every messy flat is a flurry of pizza boxes. Pizza was a speciality food from Italy, so how come its become a cheap convenience food? But then this happens with Chinese food, or curries fron India, they are tasty and a pleasure to eat, yet they are ordered because someone can’t be bothered to cook.
After writing this blog, the next time I order a pizza or stare at a mate who is eating pizza I’ll end up remembering that this convenience food is a specialty in another country.
