Today was the day for pineapple on pizza. It’s Freschetta and it was Sena’s idea. I want to make that perfectly clear. She said if George Dawson can put figs on pizza, I can at least try pizza desecrated by pineapple.
This is the first time we’ve ever had a pineapple pizza. Sena decorated it with extras, of course, as she always does. She added prosciutto and gouda, sliced grape tomatoes, pepper flakes, and mozzarella—and butter.
I wanted to find out who was the perpetrator, excuse me, inventor, of pineapple pizza. According to one recent story on the web, it was Sam Panoupolos, a criminal, I mean a cook, born in Greece who moved to Canada. He started this travesty, I mean recipe variation, in 1962.
The history is confusing because it has been called the Hawaiian Pizza, but it was created in Canada. It’s controversial, of course.
In fact, the President of Iceland touched off an international incident in 2017 by remarking that he would ban pineapple pizza. But when extraterrestrials abducted him and threatened him with a good old-fashioned probing unless he officially named pineapple pizza Iceland’s national food, he relented.
You won’t find the part about extraterrestrials in any history on the web because I just made it up.
Anyway, Sena bought the Freschetta because the other pizza we usually prefer, the Lotzza Motzza, was not available at the preferred price.
We weren’t that impressed. I didn’t really notice the pineapple, probably because there wasn’t that much on it. Neither one of us thought it had much flavor, despite Sena loading it with other ingredients. We’ll probably get the Lotzza Motzza pineapple pizza next time because the picture on the package looks like it has a lot more pineapple on it.
No extraterrestrials will be involved.
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