Who knew there could be terrible pizza in Italy. But trust me. There is. I witnessed it tonight.
I’m going to blame all this on the fact that I don’t speak enough Italian to ask “what is on this pizza?”
I saw artichokes and thought hmmm that looks delicious. I’ll have that one.
Upon arriving home with my pretty little piece of pizza slices wrapped in paper,
I took one bite to find that the topping was something fishy.
Like some sort of tuna salad with mayo (but fishier), slathered on top of a perfectly good pizza base.
I couldn’t even eat it. I even tried scraping off all the topping but that fishiness was all up in there good. Into the trash it went.
I feel ill.
This must be God telling me that I shouldn’t be eating pizza during the week.
I should have stuck with the canned soup I originally intended to have.