Relative Something

I saw in the news the other day that frozen pizza is out-performing all other items in the grocery business. Regardless the questionable health benefits of eating pizza too often, it is something I could all too easily let myself choose every night of the week. There are so many varieties of crust thickness and sauces available, plus the wide range of usual toppings that can be arranged in an incredible number of combinations, that I just never get bored with pizza.

Lately, I have discovered some frozen pizzas that I liked so much, I found myself craving them over the option of ordering fresh-made. It’s wrong, I know, Steve. But the industry has somehow improved quality to a level that they appeal to me. I admit to a bit of loosening my standards in favor of the convenience of pulling dinner out of the freezer and having it fresh out of the oven, ready to eat in 15 minutes.

However, I will always revere the precious product that comes out of professional pizza ovens. Judy and Scott clued me in to a real special treat last summer with Brianno’s in Eagan. Cyndie’s favorite in our neighborhood is Gina Maria’s. We often pick their deep dish Canadian Bacon/Pineapple/Mushroom. Seriously, when considering high caliber restaurant pizza, frozen is not to be compared. They are completely different categories. Except they are both called pizza.

The problem I must admit to, revealed in the article about the popularity of frozen, is that it serves a population that “either doesn’t like to cook or can’t. They like to heat and eat.” Guilty, as charged. I hope it’s what I get to eat tonight for dinner. Are you hungry yet? I am.