So, my friend Christine was telling me about a friend of hers, who has apparently recently had some kind of, I don't know, mental trauma or something. In Christy's words, "Jersey's rubbed off on her or something." (I think Jersey counts as cranial trauma, right? What do I know? I'm not a doctor.) Anyway, the point was that there is something wrong with Miss Jersey, because Miss Jersey has apparently recently decided that she does not like toppings on her pizza. She wants her pizza to have sauce and cheese only. And this would be fine - I'm very much a proponent of "to each his/her own" - except that this person then took to Facebook to publicly state that "bacon on pizza is a NO!"
Yes. I hope you were sitting down for that, dear readers. I know, I know, it hurts to hear it. Try to breathe through the pain.
Christy and I commenced discussing pizza. We arrived at a mutual conclusion that there are very few things that should be considered verboten as pizza toppings. Among them: fish, eye of newt, tongue of dog, pinecones, etc. (Pineapple, on the other hand, is extremely welcome, especially when paired with ham.)
Hello there, you sexy beast.
When there is pizza in our house, it is generally obtained from a take-and-bake chain called Papa Murphy's. (We are very lazy and we would get it delivered, but I regret to state that we actually live in a benighted area to which no one will deliver pizza. I actually have to leave my house and drive four miles up the road to meet the pizza delivery man at a particular corner, because they will not come to my house. So I figure if I'm going to have to put pants on anyway, I may as well go get something that tastes good.) The point: Papa Murphy's offers a very delicious specialty pizza, and I was telling Christy about it, because it involves garlic sauce and chicken and artichoke and - wait for it - bacon.
She replied that her particular favorite pizza is a similar creation of chicken and bacon and white sauce which she, living in the San Francisco Bay area as she does, obtains at a place called Pizza My Heart. (I personally have never been there but she swears by it, and apparently she has a shirt emblazoned with their name which she actually wears in public, so it must be good.)
At any rate, as I was saying:
Everyone says the food of the gods is Ambrosia, but I disagree. When the gods want to chow down, they want bacon. Ambrosia is a disgusting concoction of yogurt and cherries and coconut, and bacon is made of pure, greasy, porcine deliciousness.
Because really, who likes coconut? Nobody likes coconut. Except maybe Hades, and really, F that guy.