Have you ever taken a bite of something and suddenly understood what is meant by “the flavor exploded on the tongue”?
I did tonight.
It wasn’t an apple picked from a local orchard. It wasn’t basil from my backyard. It wasn’t a tomato from the farmer’s market or bread fresh from the oven.
No, I’m talking about pizza.
Hot, greasy pizza from the local pizza house. The crust is oddly chewy with crispy edges, the cheese is questionably thick, and pools of oil collect in the dip of the pepperoni slices. But that first bite, when the melty, sweet-salty mozzarella combines with the yeasty crust and sweet tomato sauce is an irreplaceable moment of bliss.
Why, you may ask, am I writing about cheap pizza? Because it is moments of total tastebud heaven such as this that explains my passion for food and appreciation of its power and presence in daily life.
It wasn’t the healthiest choice. In fact, I had just finished a lovely dinner of tempeh + BBQ kale chips when I met that slice of [heart]burnin’ love. But after that first taste, it simply had to be done. And that decision, ignoring every fiber that told me to deprive myself, was in fact one of the healthiest things I’ve done today.
I enjoyed every. single. bite.