"When the moon hits your eye, like a big pizza pie, that's amore!" Or so it would seem, according to recording legend, Dean Martin. He goes on crooning about other factors that equate to true love, but he never elaborates on whether it was a professionally-made pizza or a homemade one, crafted by one's mother. Upon further speculation, I don't know which would be more beneficial to be clobbered in the face with... 🤔 That, however, is not what this blog will be about. Instead, we're going to meander down the twisted rabbit hole which is the ongoing debate of what is better: Pizza that is delivered VS a pizza made at home, from scratch.
Every morning I tune in to 96.3 Cruz-FM. I love listening to the morning show personalities, Clayton Kroeker and Stacie Cooper. Their banter is second to none. If you were to look at me when I'm listening to the show, you'll always see a big smile on my face, if I'm not laughing out loud. They're a great pair and I hope they're on the air forever. I also, like them because despite my constant texting into the show to relate to whatever the subject is that day, they're always kind and receptive, except that one time... Just kidding. 😏
As per the usual, I was listening to the show and, admittedly I don't know how they got onto the subject, but nevertheless, they did, and the subject was PIZZA. Stacie swears that homemade pizza is far better than delivery. I can't say for certain that this actually happened, but I swear that I heard half the city exclaim in unison, "WHAT?!?" If that never actually occurred, then Clayton spoke for all of us when he abruptly responded with "WHAT?!?" 😕 They immediately went into a mock trial where each participant defended their claim and I have to give the victory to Clayton, however, I do see some of Stacie's point.
Iron Chef Bobby Flay schleps pizza.
Stacie has been watching cooking shows and loves watching pizza being prepared at home, from scratch, rather than people always ordering in. I understand the appeal of these shows, as I also watch them, from time-to-time. The sound of whirring mixers or sizzling frying pans is a guilty pleasure of mine, which I presume is the case for many people. It's very rarely, however, that I've ever attempted to replicate anything I've seen on TV. However, listening to the premise of creating one's own pizza pie at home, is somewhat appealing, however, I always factor in the cost, mess and clean-up versus the reward.
There are billboards all over town, advertising one of the local pizzerias. They boast this "incredible" deal of two large pizzas (12"), a 2L soda pop, a pound of ribs and a half dozen 2-bite brownies for an astounding price of just $68.99. Yep!! With tax, that food is well over seventy bucks. Suddenly, making pizza at home sounds pretty f**king good. I know your bank account would thank you.
Cheaper to make, perhaps. Until you get to the grocer only to discover all the ingredients you desire, also cost an arm and a leg. Practically need to get a second mortgage on the house just to pay the grocery bill. Suddenly delivery sounds pretty damned good. Plus, no mess. Just a greasy pizza box that gets tossed into the recycling bin. Your bank account may not like too much, but Mother Earth does.
Just look at this monstrosity from a local eatery. Over an inch of meat and goodness. May cost the price of your left arm, but there's no way, even on my best day ever, that I'd ever be able to make a pizza like this.
So which is better? Difficult to say. Personally, I have to go with the masses and choose delivery over homemade pizza. As for which is better to get struck in the face with, I'd go with the homemade pie. 🍕
Dean Martin never specified which type of pie struck him in the eye to learn of the love directed at him, but maybe. Just maybe. It was a homemade pie, that fell apart immediately as it left the tosser's hand and only a little tomato sauce got in his eye. That's amore? A mother's love, perhaps? I dunno. That's a secret that went to the grave of the award-winning singer.
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