I Crossed the Pizza Gods Once Again & Lived to Blog About It

When last we left my discount pizza shopping, the pizza gods had taken great delight in smiting me. I got smote or smited or smitten or something bad. The pear plus blue cheese combination I bought on clearance just did not work. Maybe simply for the sake of blogging, I went back to the well once again and purchased this discounted bargain bin offering.


I know it says ‘flatbread,’ but we covered that in the first blog post. It’s pizza. Looks okay, but take a closer look at those ingredients.


There are actually some pizza-friendly ingredients this time: mozzarella cheese, goat cheese, tomatoes, and spinach. But what the hell is a crème fraîche sauce and what is that little arrow symbol over the letter i? I used Google translate to see what this obviously French term of crème fraîche actually means. Turns out that is translated into ਤਾਜ਼ਾ ਕਰੀਮ in Punjabi. Can you imagine putting  ਤਾਜ਼ਾ ਕਰੀਮ on a pizza? Those crazy Punjabis. They’ll put anything on a pizza, and it turns out so will I.

I noticed a half a can of pineapple going bad in the fridge and decided to take care of that. No, I didn’t throw it out. Duh! I cut it up to add to the pizza. I figured that the heat would take care of any undesirables growing on the pineapple. And you can’t have pineapple on a pizza without green onions, so I added some of those. It cooked up nicely and tasted good, despite the ਤਾਜ਼ਾ ਕਰੀਮ.

Pizza3.jpg Now you may not trust my judgement since I have admitted on this blog that I ate garbage pie in a post coincidentally titled I Ate Garbage Pie. But the proof this time is that when I went back for leftovers the next day, slices were missing. Someone else in my family ate some, or now that I think about it, maybe tasted it, gagged, and threw it in the garbage. To the garbage can! There may be garbage pizza to be eaten.