Over the past few days I was thinking a little too hard about how to follow up last weeks’ incredible feast and experience.
I shouldn’t take this to or much of what I do too seriously. It’s pizza. It’s always going to be fun even when it isn’t. As someone once said, even bad pizza is good. No that’s not entirely true.
Perhaps because it’s a murky and rainy morning in May as I write this that my mood is thrown off kilter. But every dark cloud has many cheesy linings. And if you’re talking cheesy, I couldn’t think of a better pizza to talk about than the Screamin’ Sicilian.
Here is the link to find their pizzas. Alright until next week. Ha…
I realize that today is a day of celebration and I may have missed a golden opportunity to talk about something unique. I may get to that next week.
It’s pouring out there. A frozen pizza is perfect comfort food in a time when comfort is not only necessary, but well, comforting.
Frozen pizzas always had always been a staple of my life when I was a kid. I can safely assume that goes for many of us. It’s an easy alternative to cooking and cheaper alternative to pizza delivery, dining out, or maybe even cooking general. Many pies will go under $5. The Screamin’ Sicilian went for $7-8 and is worth every cent and then some.
Over the past few months I would their artwork on their boxes and I would immediately be scared, and somewhat put off. I see an open mouth with frozen pieces of pepperoni and cheese, and I immediately walked (don’t run) to the nearest exit, or nearby aisle for a safe haven to hide and maybe just leave.
All jokes aside, one day I examined a little bit closer and saw the label was much more humorous than I expected. It doesn’t take itself too seriously. Maybe I should lighten up on that. But fake moustaches on anyone make me scared. It’s not my business.
But the point of all this is to try different things, even if it’s just frozen pizza. Trying new anything adds to our memories and adds to things to talk about either with friends, or with ourselves. And I don’t mean in a schizophrenic sense either.
Going through their pizza menu, I wanted to find one that gave me enough comfort but not to the point where I can’t leave the house. Actually on days like this, staying in is perfect. I went with the Mambo Italiano. This pizza was perfect.
The description mentions something about taking this pizza to the mattress and some cliche terms that start with the letter ‘b’, but I’ll let that slide haha.
Upon opening the package I could just sense that something special was about to happen. This is why you never judge a book by its cover. And by the way, because they got me thinking so much about their artwork, I bought a pie anyways. So it worked on me.
20 minutes later after heating I was dazzled. The cheese and sauce is great. The pepperoni is good. The crust was heated and toasted (thanks oven) perfectly. But it’s the meatballs. I could smell them first and did they smell something awesome. I picked off a few pieces for me and it was beautiful.
Some of the meatballs became baked into the golden brown crust that felt like it rose to the heavens. This is more art. And the generous amount of toppings shows the kind of soul and character behind this operation.
I’ve only had a fifth of the pie. It doesn’t take much to give me comfort. And it also means I have meals covered for the next day or so. Ah the little things.
I’m a fan and I think I would like to do this again. I may or may not do another post about it. But I’m thrilled to be a part of something so fun.
I feel comforted.