The Pizza Question

pizza toppings-0So is there any legitimate food you absolutely cannot see being on a pizza? I don’t mean one you’d necessarily eat. I mean one that someone somewhere would eat? Is there anything, that if put on a pizza would result in everyone rejecting it?

Ideally, is there a combo that would make anyone a little queasy? I ask because I need a new go-to phrase for horrific food combinations. I’ve been using “onion root beer” for too long. (I always liked that one because root beer was my favorite soda as a kid.)

So what just doesn’t go on pizza? Ever. In any reality.

Before you try to answer you might want to Go Ogle around and see just what kinds of odd things people do put on pizza…

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Sort of a hamburger pizza, but spaghetti and diced carrots?

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Clams, sure, okay, but the shells?

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Peeps on a pizza. Whodda thunk!

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Oh, hell, no!

For the record: Italian Sausage, but also pepperoni, Canadian bacon, roast chicken, or even beef. I’ve had pulled pork pizza that was yummy. As I always say, I want my ‘za toppings to have had faces and parents. Nothing that grew in the dirt!

[On the other hand, I draw the line at anchovies, fish pizza in general, insects, spiders, and most definitely scorpions. But rattlesnake pizza would just be like chicken pizza.]

So, no mushrooms, no green peppers, no onions, and sure as hell no olives (ugh). I’ll accept some chopped tomatoes as being part of the sauce (but I’ve got my eye on you veggie types).

I’ll admit to the occasional Hawaiian pizza so long as the pineapple isn’t too juicy (fruit juice pizza… that’s a fairly ugly combo) or too thickly scattered.

So that’s it: What food just doesn’t belong on pizza! Ever. For anyone.

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42 responses to “The Pizza Question

  • dianasschwenk

    I love onions and peppers and fresh slices of tomato on pizza Smitty! One of my fave pizza’s is called cheese burger pizza made my Coco Brooks. They make all kinds of delish combos and each box has a touching/inspiring story on it. Coco Brooks also does a lot to benefit nonprofits.
    http://www.cocobrooks.com/menu

    As far as what I don’t like on pizza: bugs, fish, seafood, mushrooms, egg plant and a whole whack of other things. ❤
    Diana xo

  • pickledwings

    As far as I’m concerned, seafood of any sort does not go on a pizza. I like seafood generally, but cooking it on a pizza tends to dry it out and make it rubbery and unpleasant.

    I had a pizza with shrimp on it once and they were inedible. Just dry, rubbery bits that I had to pick off and set aside.

    • Wyrd Smythe

      The way most pizzas are cooked I can see how it might dry out the seafood. I have had shrimp on pizza that was pretty tasty, though. You can see that “seafood pizza” is at least a possibility (and done right, not a bad one).

      Hmmm… now I’m wondering if there’s such a thing as “Boston” seafood pizza (white sauce) versus “Manhattan” seafood pizza (tomato-based sauce). Boston clam pizza, anyone?

  • athenaminerva7

    I think we all agreed fish of any kind does not belong on pizza. I also dislike capers, juniper berries and olives. I don’t see insects working or sweets for that matter. Pickles are not my thing either or mushrooms. This sounds like me being incredibly picky but I’m not that bad. Onion root beer is a good phrase for disgusting food. Also how about offal as that’s gross too.

    • Wyrd Smythe

      Sure, but offal isn’t really something anyone would eat normally. The trick is to come up with a normal food — something someone would eat — but which just doesn’t work (for anyone) on pizza. I’m beginning to think there may be no such food!

      Onion root beer is a good example… Onions? No problem. Great in all sorts of things. Root beer? Loved root beer as a kid; still love it today. But together? No sane person drinks onion root beer.

      So,… (fill in the blank): No sane person eats ______ pizza.

      • athenaminerva7

        I know enough people that eat offal and there of your age but they tend not to eat pizza. I think of pizza as savoury so maybe something like sticky toffee pudding?

      • Wyrd Smythe

        I suppose it depends on what one means by offal. If you mean sweetbreads and organ meats, then I can see it. A Pate pizza? Sure, why not! Considering someone put Peeps on a pizza, it wouldn’t surprise me that someone put sticky toffee pudding on one. Although anything along the candy line seems pretty nasty on pizza.

      • athenaminerva7

        How about pineapple, banana, lettuce and peanut butter which I had on a grubbs burger once in Brighton. I thought it was nice but most wouldn’t. There are various other options.

      • Wyrd Smythe

        Yeah, but anything actually being sold to people must be something that some find yummy. Personally, I can’t fathom why anyone would buy pickled eggs, for instance, but some obviously do.

      • athenaminerva7

        My husband adores them when he is on a diet as the spiciness kicks starts the metabolism and it’s mainly protein. I think there gross and if you eat too many of them they turn you into a giant rotten egg so beware.

      • Wyrd Smythe

        No problem! I won’t touch’m! I can’t abide anything pickled.

  • SelfAwarePatterns

    Pizza has turned out to be a far more versatile food than anyone would have guessed. I’ve had all kinds of things on pizza. I especially like the dessert ones.

    The question is, among things people are actually willing to eat separately, what would everyone reject on pizza? I’m not a fan of seafood on pizza either, but I know people who eat it.

    Maybe another question is, what makes a pizza a pizza? What is its essence? Does anything on a flat crust or bread count? I’ve had bagel pizzas. Were they really pizza? Are dessert pizzas really pizzas?

    • Wyrd Smythe

      Ah, Mr. Pattern has his own The Pizza Question, and a very good question it is, sirrah! (And bless you for gently pointing out how people are missing the original question — an excellent restatement of it. And looks like you didn’t find an answer any more than I did. Surprisingly hard question, isn’t it!)

      As to your question: personally I think the crust is crucial. I don’t know what kind of flour they use, but apparently there is such a thing as “pizza flour.” Someone gave my mom some once; she made bread with it, and the toast that bread made tasted exactly like pizza crust (Mmmmm, great toast).

      But I’m willing to compromise and accept alternative crusts. I try to be inclusive when I can. I think it’s wrong, but what crusts people eat in the privacy of their own homes is up to them. None of my business (although keep that stuff outta my kitchen, if you please).

      So,… a flat (round, damn it) bread with toppings… I’d think sauce and cheese would be the only required toppings, and I’m willing to be pretty inclusive about defining “sauce” (Chicken Alfredo “pizza” is yummy). Many different kinds of cheeses, too.

      I suppose the pizza zone is fuzzy (heh — two five-letter words with a double ‘z’ in the same place and identical vowel-consonant patterns), but a toasted whole-wheat open-faced peanut-butter, banana, and raisin, thing isn’t a pizza.

      (p.s. Number me among those who like seafood on pizza. I love seafood and fish. I’ve never had fish on pizza (or a fish taco (a real one, I mean)), but I wouldn’t rule it out. Grilled swordfish or shark on pizza sounds pretty yummy.)

      • SelfAwarePatterns

        Wyrd, I have to say I’m noticing a pattern here. My conception of the meaning of words appears to fairly consistently be broader than yours. For example, a chocolate dessert pizza doesn’t have cheese (except possibly cream cheese) on it.

        Maybe a pizza is something that has to have at least one of the following: a flat crust, cheese, a sauce. If you put cheese and sauce on a piece of toasted whole wheat bread, someone will call it a poor-man’s pizza. But if you do the same with peanut butter, then it’s just an incomplete peanut butter sandwich. But put peanut butter on pizza crust? Hmmm.

        Defining pizza is starting to feel a little bit like defining religion. The special cases confound any specific definition.

      • Wyrd Smythe

        Heh, yeah, good point!

        FWIW (and you may be right about definitions — I do tend to have narrow ones), I don’t consider dessert pizza to be pizza, but a dessert made in the shape of a pizza. Just as they make dessert confections that look like hot dogs but aren’t.

        Shape does not a pizza make — that’s cargo cult thinking! 🙂 It’s all about the ingredients!

        Peanut butter on a pizza crust… tricky one, that, but I’d call it a PB sandwich before I’d call that a pizza.

  • rung2diotimasladder

    You had me with the scorpions. But if you watch some of these food shows on TV, you’ll see there are few things that absolutely no one would eat.

    I can actually see myself eating seafood pizza, but the seafood would have to be cooked separately I would think. Those clam shells would have to go—that’s just dumb. If you think about it, you’d have a seafood dish served on top of bread instead of having the bread on the side. I don’t quite see the point in going through all the trouble, but if someone else made it, I’d eat it.

    As for your question, how about kimchi, hot dogs, and ice cream with pesto? (The ice cream would be served on the pizza just as it comes out of the oven. It would melt and nullify whatever virtues the dough may have had.)

    Truth be told, though, I’d eat this disgusting pizza over the scorpion one. But I’m thinking of those TV personality foodies who (I hope) wouldn’t be able to justify this concoction.

    • Steve Morris

      Seafood pizza is yummy if you remove the shells first. But ice cream with pesto is never going to work in any context whatsoever.

    • Wyrd Smythe

      Yeah, that’s a good point… maybe we need an exclusion for foods people would eat on a dare (or to be on TV). I mean, I’d drink onion root beer on a dare, or for the right price, or maybe even just to be on the TV machine. (Do you know what the real problem is with being on the TV? With these new flat screens, it’s really hard to keep your balance. You could get pretty comfy on those old console models!)

      Okay… I don’t even know what kimchi is (other than a Korean food). A huge gap in my education. (I was always a very picky eater as a kid, so my food horizons were pretty narrow until much later in life. I’m still pretty strictly a “meat and potatoes” (and bread!) (and cheese!) kinda guy. I’ve seen hot dogs on pizza, and pesto sounds like a good topping.

      Ice cream! Ha! Kind of like a baked Alaska, maybe. A Chocolate ice cream pizza. With anchovies! XD

      • rung2diotimasladder

        Kimchi is basically cabbage fermented with hot spices. You’re not likely to encounter the real thing at a Korean restaurant, although maybe in San Fran or NYC or some other big city. If it doesn’t smell like a dead animal, it’s not the real deal.

        http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kimchi

        I’ve never liked it. I might eat the Americanized version at a Korean restaurant. That’s not too bad.

        I almost always do a pesto pizza since we usually have an abundance of basil. It’s really versatile. I’ve done broccoli and cheddar…adding bacon bits to keep my husband interested. He loves it!

        How much would they have to pay you to eat the scorpion pizza?

      • Wyrd Smythe

        [Weird: I found this comment in my Spam folder. When I [Not Spam]’d it, then it needed approving. Weird!]

        Kimchi doesn’t sound like my thing! I was thinking maybe it’s like lutefisk for Norwegians, but apparently Koreans love the stuff and it’s the national dish. True Norwegians consider lutefisk “poor people’s food” and not something you’d eat if you have a choice. (I consider it something I wouldn’t touch under any normal circumstance. The stuff is dreadful! Essentially boiled fish jello. Made from cod that have been air dried to rock-hard consistency and then soaked in lye to turn into something that — after a lot of washing to get rid of the lye — is cooked. For some reason Norwegian expats — and their children (such as my folks) — crave the stuff.)

        I’ve had pesto on pizza plenty of times. It’s good. The scorpions… well, they’re already cooked, and I’m generally willing to try almost anything once (twice if I like it). I’d eat that slice for a grand, easily. (So long as I have the option to change my mind if scorpions turn out to taste really awful. I’m guessing they actually don’t… probably more along the lines of crayfish or lobster. Hell, I’d probably eat it for a hundred.)

      • rung2diotimasladder

        Kimchi’s not my thing either…much to the dismay of my family. They eat kimchi with every meal. Even when we order a pizza, someone inevitably pulls out the kimchi. My brother calls the pizza “dessert.” I’ll eat it nowadays, but just a small amount and only if my sister-in-law makes it. (She’s an incredible cook. Her bibimbap is to die for.)

        I wonder what the lye does? I have a pretzel recipe that calls for dipping them in lye. I’ve avoided that recipe for that reason, but it comes from a very good bread book. I’ve had salt cod in Quebec where it’s sold everywhere, even at the check out counter where the beef jerky and candy bars ought to be. Someone told me they eat it just like that, although another person said I might prefer it in fish cakes with potatoes. I made those and they turned out to be good—no need to add salt!

        Hm, fish jello. I once made some dish that turned out a gelatinous stock. I took a picture of it and sent it to a friend for advice. She said, “Trust the goo.”

        A lot of these strange foods come from lack of resources and the need to preserve foods. Kimchi used to be packed and buried for a while…I wonder what made people think that something that smells like a dead animal would be okay to eat. Probably starvation.

        I found this on wikipedia:

        “An article in Smithsonian magazine quotes some oft-rendered tall tales regarding the origins of the dish:

        “No one is quite sure where and when lutefisk originated. Both Swedes and Norwegians claim it was invented in their country. A legend has it that Viking fishermen hung their cod to dry on tall birch racks. When some neighboring Vikings attacked, they burned the racks of fish, but a rainstorm blew in from the North Sea, dousing the fire. The remaining fish soaked in a puddle of rainwater and birch ash for months before some hungry Vikings discovered the cod, reconstituted it and had a feast. Another story tells of St. Patrick’s attempt to poison Viking raiders in Ireland with the lye-soaked fish. But rather than kill them, the Vikings relished the fish and declared it a delicacy. It makes for a great story if you don’t mind the fact that Patrick lived centuries before the Vikings attacked Ireland.”

        The actual reason is probably that the lack of major salt deposits in the area favored the drying process for the preservation of whitefish – a process known for millennia. Stockfish is very nutrient-rich, and one can assume that it was also consumed domestically, although it was during the boom in the stockfish trade in the late Middle Ages, the product became accessible throughout Scandinavia, as well as the rest of Europe. The higher quality stockfish would be soaked in water, then boiled and eaten with melted butter. Lower grade qualities would be harder and more fuel consuming to boil and it has been suggested that adding ash from beech or birch in the boiling water, would break down the protein chains and speed up the process. The introduction of lye in the preparation process might therefore have been incidental.[1]”

        As for the scorpions, I’ve killed too many in the house to not have images of that in my mind while eating the pizza. If someone challenged me for a million dollars, I still don’t think I’d be able to swallow it. I’d try like hell, but I probably wouldn’t be able to. For a thousand dollars, I’d pace around deliberating, and finally conclude no go.

        Have you ever see their insides? Ugh, it’s making me queasy just thinking about it.

      • Wyrd Smythe

        Oh, yeah, that’s right… squished bugs are pretty yuck. You may have ruined that pizza slice for me. (Damn, there goes a hundred bucks.) ((OTOH, a lot of things are pretty yuck until you cook them. There are even some yuck things that are good to eat so… hmmm… maybe the bet is still on.))

        Really? For a million dollars you wouldn’t force yourself to choke down one slice of scorpion ‘za? Raw, I’d be iffy, too, and living, no way. But cooked? Aren’t you at least curious what they taste like? 🙂

        The lye, as far as I know, was to convert the dried fish — which is hard enough to pound nails with — back into something “edible” (for lack of a better term). It might not have been awful broiled. I really do love broiled fish. But mom, bless her heart, was a boiler. Everything was boiled. Vegetables. Potatoes. She even boiled the fried chicken. (No, I’m kidding about that. 🙂 )

        I never really thought about it until just now, but Christmas may be a “Meh” holiday to me in part due to our traditional Christmas Eve dinners: Lutefisk for my parents — my sister and I wouldn’t touch it, so we got pork chops — never my favorite and usually a little on the dry side (mom was a wonderful person, but not a great cook). Dessert was this Norwegian rice pudding, one bowl of which had a hidden almond. Well, I didn’t like rice pudding or almonds, so… no dessert for me, no chance as the prize. Then, since dad was a pastor, there was some sort of Christmas Gospel reading between dinner and presents. Kinda took the wind outta the sails of Christmas.

        It is amazing how much difference a good cook makes. My cousin married a Chinese woman who is an extraordinary chef. She’s made dishes of things I normally don’t care for, but which were delightful when she made them. Tofu is something I usually sneer at, but she makes tofu dishes that are delicious! (Part of the trick, apparently, is knowing what tofu to buy and then letting it sit out and “breath” for a while before cooking with it.)

      • rung2diotimasladder

        You know, I’d really try to eat the scorpion pizza for a million bucks, but I’m afraid I’d throw up despite myself. And then I’d be really mad at myself.

        I think a lot of our food preferences have to do with what we grew up eating (and rebelling against). Apparently when I was very young, I’d eat kimchee. It was only when I got a little older that I decided it wasn’t good. I was extremely picky and my father was very forceful about food. He’d literally pry my mouth open and stuff broccoli into my throat. I would start gagging and eventually I’d just spit it up on my plate and make obnoxious barfing noises, which would get my father even angrier and we do this for god knows how long. And I was that kid who’d sit at the dinner table all night doing the hunger strike thing. Luckily, these foods were usually overcooked or canned or something like that, so while I avoid those kinds of vegetables, I love them raw or barely cooked. (Even broccoli). I’m not scarred for life! The course of my rebellion led me to healthier tastes. I won’t touch “Le sewer” peas with a ten foot pole.

        I imagine as a kid I would have loved that rice pudding. Isn’t that kid-friendly? And the search for the almond would have gotten me excited.

        Aw, too bad about Christmas for you! I actually enjoyed the religious proceedings on Christmas Eve. That was when the Korean side of the church would merge with the American side in one giant congregation and do the candle thing, passing the light around the room. I was always so proud of my mother, who sang in the choir. I could always hear her voice above everyone else’s.

        Yes, preparation is a big deal. A lot of those things that we find disgusting probably have to do with the way it was prepared. Which is why I’ll return to those things I formerly hated if I trust the cook.

        Now I can totally eat tofu just out of the package with nothing on it. I did that last night, in fact. That’s one of those things from my childhood that I’ve always liked and I get weird cravings for it, so I always have it around. Tofu is extremely versatile and can be made to be delicious. (I’ve shown that to my husband, who has the same reaction you do.)

      • Wyrd Smythe

        I do believe these days they’d call that “child abuse!” 🙂

        I was a really picky eater, too, but my parents were pretty good about letting us kids pick our way through things. They did despair and wring their hair at times! I didn’t have to eat the lutefisk or rice pudding. They just shook their heads at their weird son (just one more weirdness). Fast food was fairly new when I was a kid. McDonald’s made me wait for my “plain cheeseburger” every time — Burger King never blinked an eye, which always made them my favorite.

        There are foods that nearly make me gag to eat. The darker greens are tough, but eggs — any form of egg preparation — is beyond me. Fried, especially, are just revolting. The smell seems atrocious. I can choke down scrambled — especially if they have lots of stuff in them — but not happily. (Oddly, I love quiche, so I’m an egg-hating not-real-man.)

        For me the rice pudding was another category of yuck — texture. Texture matters to me a lot. It’s pretty much the reason I can’t eat mushrooms. (They eat like I imagine eyeballs would for some reason.) When I make spaghetti sauce, I chop them into mushroom dust. I’ve never liked cream fillings or whipped cream. It’s not the taste; they just feel gross in my mouth. Nothing that soft should be that sweet. I’m not big on pudding, and a warm rice pudding… Ew! (I do love rice. These days who knows. I was really picky as a kid.)

        Christmas was okay. I wasn’t unhappy, and I certainly didn’t suffer any lack of parental love. I’ve been emotionally isolated pretty much all my life (i.e. “no one gets me”… like ever), and I was as a kid. I’m adopted, so maybe this is a nature vs nature data point, but I’m so not like my family. There’s not one family member I particularly relate to (or vice versa). I’ve always just lived in my own little world. Totally used to that — nearly three score years! — but hadn’t really put together until just how Christmas dinner might be part of why I’m not that “Oh, Gosh! It’s Christmas Eve!”

        (I mean, I’ve spent nearly all the adult ones alone. You’d think that would be devastating, but somehow I’ve always been okay with it. Thanksgivings have always been tougher. That holiday always meant some really wonderful food! I could eat turkey stuffing, like, forever! Throw in warm rolls, corn on the cob with butter and salt, mashed potatoes and gravy, and, of course, turkey, and that’s a slice of heaven, baby!)

      • rung2diotimasladder

        Ha! There were a lot of things they did that might constitute child abuse. I wonder what the status is on spanking now? My mom used to use a chopstick or a willow branch when I came home late. She came from a very different culture and time though. One time when I was a kid, this girl kept bullying me at the bus stop and every morning I’d miss the bus and come home crying, explaining that that girl said I couldn’t ride the bus. Well one day my mother went out to the bus stop with me wielding a wadded up newspaper and she screamed at that girl and waved the newspaper in the air in fury. (I believe she cursed in Korean, which made it all the more terrifying.) I was maybe six years old, but I remember trying to calm my mom down for fear that she’d get in big trouble. I don’t think my mom would’ve hit the girl, but I think nowadays even threatening that would have gotten her into serious trouble. At that time, though, the principal could actually spank kids. Imagine that! I remember hearing rumors about the paddle he used. Geez, I’m starting to feel old.

        I think McDonald’s was the bane of my mother’s existence. I absolutely loved it, but I’d reach into the box, grab the toy, then run outside to play on the playground. She finally learned to grab the toy out of the box before I could see it and force me to eat half of my plain cheeseburger before giving it to me. It would take half an hour of negotiating and “eat another bite,” all the while I’m dreaming of jumping into those colorful balls.

        Okay, you don’t like whipped cream? What? How is that possible?

        As for the eggs, I used to dislike eggs over easy, but just last year I made them for guests and I thought I’d give them a try. Now I have mad cravings for eggs over easy—no other way. Maybe it’s time to return to those things you didn’t like, but prepare them a new way? For me, frying the eggs in butter and dipping with great French bread did the trick.

        As an adopted kid, it makes sense you might not relate to family members. If it makes you feel better, I’m not adopted, but I feel like I was. I see some of myself in my father (stubbornness, impatience, eccentricity…although of a very different sort) and a little in my mother, but none of her great qualities like patience and forgiveness. My tendency to save containers and random things that others would call garbage is something that comes from my mother for sure. I suppose that kind of resourcefulness comes from creativity, which is what I got from her. But even my parents would joke with me that they didn’t know where I came from.

        As for Thanksgiving, have you considered doing a pot luck with friends? You know how to roast a turkey? It’s not that hard, but I can tell you how if you want to know. Then have your friends bring the sides and everyone goes home with leftovers. It’s a great way to do it.

      • Wyrd Smythe

        Sounds like you had “tiger” parents. As you suggest, those days, that wasn’t all that unusual. I’m not saying “bring back the good old days” but it does seem like sometimes we throw out the baby with the bathwater in our quest for change and improvement.

        My parents, even in the 1950s, were pretty strong pacifists. I was only ever spanked once, and my dad didn’t have his heart in it at all. (I do sometime think I’d have turned out better with stronger parents. Mine was generally considerably stronger than theirs, and I’m not sure that was to my benefit.)

        I’m a generation ahead of you (at least). As a kid, McDonald’s just wasn’t really a thing. Neither was pizza, for that matter. One of the very first Burger Kings opened in South Minneapolis very near our house, so we’d go there occasionally “for a treat” (we were poor — “treating” ourselves was a big deal). As I mentioned, I especially liked BK because a “plain” cheeseburger was no big deal.

        This was long before there were playgrounds or ballpits at those places. 🙂

        But I was never (as far as I know) a picky eater when it came to stuff I liked. I’ve always loved food — at least the stuff I like. One bane of my existence is not liking the “better” foods and loving the awful ones.

        Whipped cream… I dunno. Same reason I don’t like coffee, maybe? It doesn’t taste like something real to me. Sugary, dairy air… I’m not big on milk or cream, although I love cheese. Too sweet for the consistency. Liquid-y things should either resemble beer, water, gravy, or soup. Or maybe a sauce… [shrug]

        Eggs… it’s the sulfur. I think that’s what’s going on with some dark greens, too. High sulfur content. I can’t imagine ever liking eggs, and it’s been years, and I’ve seen (and worse, smelled) a lot.

        I definitely see my parents in myself. Acquired traits, obviously, since there’s no genetic connection. As core personalities go, there’s no one like me that I know of in my extended family (relatives, etc.). Thought my sister’s son might take after me, but no. (But then, I almost never meet someone like me outside my family, so I guess I’m just an oddball. Actually, I’m pretty sure that’s the case. 🙂 )

        Thanksgiving… My friends all have their own family things going on. I’m usually invited to a couple of them. I stopped going when I realized going made me feel worse than ignoring — “lonely in a crowd” kinda thing. I just hunker down and get through the season. (The injury to the insult is that it’s winter: cold and dark!)

      • rung2diotimasladder

        No pizza or McDonald’s? You parents were lucky they didn’t have that to contend with. On the other hand, you sound like you weren’t that hard to deal with.

        We have a tradition of doing a huge Thanksgiving dinner on our own…it’s sort of like an anniversary. The leftovers are insane. Then we usually get invited to a friend’s house for a pot luck, so even more Thanksgiving dinner. I really love it though, and I tend not to care about variety all that much. Turkey and gravy and stuffing every day? Yessss!

        Well if you lived around here I’d bring you some of our leftover Thanksgiving dinner to enjoy on your own—no need to socialize. I totally know what you mean about being lonely in a crowd. In college I avoided parties and large gatherings, but that was also because I was shy. However, I became really good at hosting dinner parties when I was in my early twenties. I’d cook these show-off sophisticated meals and think of all the questions I’d ask, what topics I’d bring up, how I’d draw out certain folks and make them feel comfortable, etc. It was all a conscientious effort to impress my husband’s colleagues and prove that our age difference didn’t matter. I learned that I could overcome my natural inclinations and fool everyone into thinking that I was outgoing. It’s good to know that I have it in me to do that if I need to, but it really is draining. I know it sounds strange to turn socializing into fulfilling a duty, but I know my husband really does need it in a way I don’t. Otherwise I’d probably do what you’re doing. And I’m sure it would involve a bag of potato chips and some music, and I’m sure I’d be pretty happy with that. I absolutely hate that “lonely in a crowd” feeling. I just don’t feel right with the universe in that situation.

        The great thing about the internet is that you realize there are people like you. They might live in Fiji though. 🙂

      • Wyrd Smythe

        “No pizza or McDonald’s?”

        I’m pretty sure both sis and I were in high school before my family ever really got into pizza. Getting a pizza for dinner (carry out — delivery really wasn’t a thing, yet) was one of those “treats” I mentioned — often done as a reward for school stuff. “Food as reward” was definitely an early conditioning, and it’s one I struggle with to this day.

        I didn’t get into delivery pizza until college and after (circa late 1970s). Mac’s and BK were around in those days, but we didn’t frequent them. My folks were a little on the reclusive side in some ways — I think they felt awkward and lost in public (no doubt where I get that from). We didn’t go out that much, and it always had that “adventure” feel to it… it was never matter of course.

        Different times! And very religious parents with farm-country backgrounds. They never really did become “city folk.”

        “Well if you lived around here I’d bring you some of our leftover Thanksgiving dinner to enjoy on your own—no need to socialize.”

        Thank you, that would be lovely! Kind of a long drive as it is, though. 😀

        “I learned that I could overcome my natural inclinations and fool everyone into thinking that I was outgoing. It’s good to know that I have it in me to do that if I need to, but it really is draining.”

        You sound like a classic introvert. We introverts recharge during our alone time and expend energy being with people (which we totally can do; it’s just, as you say, draining). Extroverts, on the other hand, expend energy getting through being alone, whereas they recharge off the energy of interacting with others.

        This kind of ties back to our discussion about skill, talents, and inclinations. We can work against our grain, so to speak, but it’s not an easy road.

        “The great thing about the internet is that you realize there are people like you. They might live in Fiji though.”

        Indeed. Correct on both points! I’ve been online since the 1980s, and given the life-long oddball freak I am, it’s been a saving grace to realize I’m just a local oddball. Others of my kind do exist!

      • rung2diotimasladder

        BTW, here’s a great basic quiche recipe:

        http://www.realsimple.com/food-recipes/browse-all-recipes/basic-quiche

        I usually make my own crust, but it’s not necessary. You can sub ingredients if you want, although it’s great as is.

        And it’s manly enough. At least my husband thinks so—he loves it. Suppose you did cheddar and bacon, how could that not be manly? 🙂

      • Wyrd Smythe

        You seem to be assuming I actually cook! XD

      • rung2diotimasladder

        LOL! Yes, I guess I shouldn’t assume that.

      • Wyrd Smythe

        I actually love quiche lorraine, but cheddar and bacon would be tasty. There’s a local pizza mill that makes stuffed pizza — a pie, really, upper and lower crust — and their signature dish was stuffed lorraine pizza with mozzarella (or course) spinach, ham, and garlic. Mmmmmmm!

  • Steve Morris

    Well, I love many of the things you said “no” to. I agree with the insects though – no insects on any kind of food, please. My suggestions for pizza toppings that would never work:
    spaghetti, eggs, anything frozen or raw.

    • Wyrd Smythe

      (On the other hand, keep in mind that lobsters are insects, and lobster pizza is delish. It wouldn’t surprise me to find out that cockroach tastes like lobster.)

      Obviously spaghetti on pizza (as pictured) works for someone. And I saw pictures of eggs on pizza (fried as well as sliced hard boiled) when I was searching for [weird pizza toppings]. The problem with frozen or raw is: would you eat it not on pizza? I know people who’d probably love raw veggies on their ‘za. I can see some liking sushi! (I’ll be you anything Japan has sushi pizza.)

      It’s pretty easy to think of things we wouldn’t eat. It’s hard to think of things really no one would eat.

  • reocochran

    I am one who likes basics, but will try other things from time to time. I like pepperoni, onions, banana peppers, and mushrooms. I can always eat extra cheese pizza. The idea of barbecue chicken is okay, ham and pineapple I have tried. I like the way you included quite a lot of varieties, W.S. Are you enjoying the beginning of Spring Baseball? smiles!

    • Wyrd Smythe

      Well, the Twins are 1-5 (as of losing to the Chi-Sox again today), so not that much. On the other hand, the temp shot up to 77 here today, so that’s pretty nice. It’s been chilly and gloomy the last week or so. I see your Indians aren’t doing all that great (but better than us). Kansas City Royals and Detroit Tigers seem to be the power teams so far — neither have lost a game yet.

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