Improved by a night in the ‘fridge
My childhood was somewhat underprivileged. You see, it wasn’t until I was fully an adult that I discovered the wonder of cold pizza. Perhaps my family was too large for leftovers, or I may have simply missed those meals. Whatever the reason.
Comeon. If you haven’t tried it, put some slices on a plate in the refrigerator. Wait a suitable amount of time (overnight, if possible). And then, serve yourself the delicacy of sauce and prepared meats, in cold cheese, on a chewy bread. I’ll wait.
Well, wasn’t it worth it? In fact, can you ever go back to portions that are close to the temperature of lava? I thought not. I’m working through yesterday’s supper, right now. It might mess with an upcoming mealtime, but “so good”. And once cooled, the sauce no longer runs, saving you from an unneeded round of spot remover and laundry. I told you; it’s a win situation.
My children are aware that I did make pizza at home, with my buddies. From a boxed kit. There was no way in high hell that we ever had leftovers from those culinary occasions. I don’t remember the parents involved in a call for takeout though. Might not have been a “thing” in central Ontario, back when they were landing on the Moon. I must cross reference this with the siblings. At our house we did have lots of stew, so fake Italian menus were less of a thing, I bet. Also, there was fried baloney (not bologna, for your information). Might have gone well on a large pizza, but we didn’t do that .
