For the last few years, I've become a bit of a pizza snob. Mainly because I know what I like and have decided that, for the most part, the only way I'm going to get it is to make it myself. In order to learn how to do that, I've come to visiting pizzamaking.com on an almost daily basis.
It seems that many of the folks who frequent that site also have very specific ideas about what they want in a pizza. For the most part, the driving force in that quest is trying to duplicate the best pizza they've ever had and a lot of the time that is a memory of the pizza they ate when they were young.
The site has separate forums for the styles called New York, Chicago, Sicilian, American, Neopolitan, Californian, Thick, Cracker, Focaccia, and even Dessert style. Alas, some of the younger seekers are actually wanting to clone the pizzas of Pizza Hut, Papa John's, Domino's, and their ilk.
To the best of my knowledge, NOBODY has ever requested the recipe/formula for what has become known as School Pizza. Why would they? That stuff wasn't pizza. It wasn't even close.
By the early 1950's, I had eaten the pizza that, to this day, I consider the best. It's the one I have tried hard to duplicate and I have come very close to success although, to this day , I still tinker with my recipe. Thin, crispy rim, somewhat chewy crust, with a painting of wonderful red sauce and a not-too-heavy-handed application of good quality mozz. A light grating of parm when it comes out of the oven and, perhaps, a drizzle of olive oil. Toppings are cool as long as they don't contribute to a soggy crust and they will if more than 1 or 2 are used.
Pizza in grammar school was introduced well after I had already been enjoying the pizza just described. I may have been only 9 or 10 years old, but I recognized school pizza for the soggy nasty crap it was and totally rejected it. If I knew that it was school pizza day, I would be sure to brownbag and, if I was caught unprepared, it was quickly traded to some cretin for a tuna fish sandwich or pb&j or anything just so I didn't have to eat that damn school pizza.
Please folks, don't eat that junk and don't let your loved ones eat it either. If no one buys it, maybe it will just die the slow death it should have 50 years ago when it was first invented.
Ok......rant over. I have to get ready to go out for pizza with the family at the local joint. I'm getting the eggplant parm and a side of pasta.