So, pizza is my favorite food. Like ever.
For the first 10 years of my life I lived in a tiny little village. There were no restaurants in town. There was one takeaway that was owned by my parents for a brief stint and it did toasted sandwiches and burgers and that sort of thing. Not pizzas.
There were definitely no pizza joints in town.
So I don’t think I even knew pizza existed until well into my teens. We had moved into the ‘big city’ by then. And I put that in quotes because it was a very small city. More like a bigger small town.
Yep, I’m from small town South Africa. And by the time I knew pizzas existed I was also heavily into starving myself to be thin, so I don’t think much of that passed my lips.
But as an adult I discovered a deep love for pizza. I was still starving myself well into my 20’s and even into my 30’s (sooo not fun!) but now what I did was eat pizza a couple of times a year! Like special occasions only! How sad.
Then I went vegan and discovered the hard truth that not a lot of places know how to make a pizza taste good if it doesn’t have ten tons of cheese on it!
And vegan cheese" Forget about it. Most places don’t know it exists, or don’t care.
So you end up paying exorbitant prices for a dry crust with far too little tomato sauce, and some extremely sparse toppings dotted around. It’s a crying shame.
NOT if you make it yourself though! Then you get to make the best tasting pizzas and pile on the toppings! And you can include vegan cheese if you live somewhere where it’s easily available, but if you don’t, no worries. You just pile on the other toppings and make up some cashew cheese to drizzle on top! And seriously there is a strong case to be made for using cashew cheese anyway – damn that stuff is good!
And starving to be thin" Can kiss my (body positive, feminist) ass. Bring on the homemade pizzas. On the regular!
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