I learned an invaluable life lesson this weekend. As with most life lessons, it’s about food.
There’s a St. Louis restaurant called Union Loafers that makes superbly delicious pizza. We’ve been trying to order delivery and pickup from local restaurants to support them (and get good food), and yesterday I found myself craving that incomparable combination of bread, tomato sauce, and cheese.
I was craving pepperoni too, but I haven’t eaten meat in 3 months. I love pepperoni, but I don’t need it.
Megan wanted a classic, and I looked at the marinara and though, “Oh, that’s a classic with a little something extra.” So I ordered one of each.
When we got home, I looked at Megan’s pizza and saw a delicious combination of bread, tomato sauce, and cheese. Then I looked at my pizza and realized instantly that I had made a terrible mistake.
I had ordered a cheeseless pizza.
I don’t think Megan has ever seen me more devastated. Fortunately, we live near a grocery store, so I picked up some mozzarella and added my own cheese. It isn’t as good as that special, greasy, pizzeria cheese, but it did the trick.
I appreciate the existence of a cheeseless pizza–as the menu clearly says, it’s vegan, and I’m sure it’s much healthier than the cheese version. But it’s just not how I want to eat my pizza. If you feel the same way, hopefully you can avoid making the same mistake I did.
Have you ever been surprised by a pizza that wasn’t quite as you envisioned it?