Eating Pizza

Back in my bachelor days, I ate a lot of pizza. I didn’t know how to cook and I didn’t take the time to learn how. Pizza was easy. Often my refrigerator had nothing in it but leftover pizza and beer.

Pizza from Dominoes was bad enough. But sometimes I’d buy the cheap frozen ones at the grocery store. I’d eat an entire one of those for supper. I’m sure if I read the list of ingredients on one of those things today I’d find it horrifying.

Fast forward about 30 years. Now I eat like a king. Nearly everything I eat now is home-cooked and made with chemical-free whole foods grown by us. I don’t think I’d be able to stomach one of those frozen pizzas any more.

One of the common objections folks have to eating a healthier diet is that they’ll have to give up tasty food. Instead of pizza they’ll be stuck eating lentils and carrots.

But as anybody who’s made the switch to eating real food will tell you, it tastes far better than chemical-based factory food. At first the body may continue to crave whatever it’s grown accustomed to eating, but once you’ve been eating real food a while you discover how wonderfully delicious it is compared to the other stuff, which will then taste bland and artificial.

And eating healthy doesn’t mean no more pizza. Our busiest day of the week is Friday, as we prepare for the farmer’s market on Saturday. We’re usually working late and there isn’t much time for preparing supper. So lately we’ve been having pizza on Friday evenings, made with whatever is growing on the farm.  I’ve discovered that you can put just about anything on a pizza crust.  Lately we’ve enjoyed pizza with mushrooms, eggplant, tomatoes, onions, peppers, herbs and whatever other goodies are coming in now.  Delicious.  And if I had to write out the ingredients, they’d all be pronounceable.  They’d all be food.