Almost every Sunday I order a pizza. Not from a Domino’s or something like that, but from this Neapolitan place that is only a five minute drive from my home. It’s been a near-weekly occurrence since I moved to Washington (well, Virginia, but who cares) back in June.
So I am eating my pizza tonight. Well, ate the pizza. And I remember the one time this pizza place got my order wrong.
They always make wonderful pizza, but one night I opened the box in shock to discover corn - CORN! - on a pizza.
I never had corn on a pizza. Pineapple? Definitely. Anchovies? Yes. Figs? I LOVE EM.
It was cold, and I was not going to drive five minutes each way to pick up the correct pizza. I stared at it.
Corn. Roasted corn. Prosciutto. Mozarella and cream sauce.
I took a bite, and it was so unnatural. The texture of corn on a pizza. So weird. But I was drawn to it.
It took a few bites for me to recognise that this is a tasty pizza. Not the diavola pizza I had ordered (nor did I add chili flakes to this one), but a tasty pizza nonetheless.
Will I order it again? No. I mean, corn? On a pizza!
But - I do not regret eating a corn pizza. It will be the last corn pizza I eat. And, if I am correct in that prediction, then it was the best corn pizza I have ever had.
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