Have you ever ordered pizza online? I haven’t.
Let me explain.
Up to the age of 26 I never ate pizza. Yes, that statement is correct. Read it again. Up to the age of 26 I never ate pizza.
When I was at kids’ parties and pizza was served, I ran in the opposite direction. Once at a sleepover my friend’s mother ordered pizza as a treat for us. Quietly terrified beyond belief I barely touched it and made up some lame excuse that “pizza fills me up quickly” and went to bed hungry instead. When my boyfriend drove with pizza takeaway in the car, I stuck my head out of the window because I couldn’t stand the stench. I still can’t.
Why hello, my name is Michelle and I suffered from pizzaphobia.
So what changed? How did I start eating pizza?
What it came down to was the fear of the unknown. A concoction of exotic ingredients unfamiliar to me placed on some dough had me running for the door. Once I actually started cooking from scratch and became more adventurous with trying out new ingredients, I realised I could finally put my very own pizza together, which I did, and what a revelation it was!
Steering away from savoury tomato-based pizza, I decided to prepare something entirely new. A sweet pizza. Here’s the terrific recipe from one of my favourite books of the year so far, Leila Lindholm’s One More Slice. Every bite is worth all the effort!Print