Frozen cheese pizza. Photo by Katelyn Avery.
Frozen pizza holds a special place in American homes. It’s the staple food of any life style. From cities to suburbia this processed food puts a smile on many faces.
Growing up I loved frozen pizza, which is why my Mom couldn’t keep too many in the house. If I saw a box in the freezer I wouldn’t want anything else for dinner. My Mom tried to convince me that other meals would suffice, but my twin sister and I would pull the brat card. We would say “Pizza, Pizza, Pizza, Pizza….” until my Mom caved and said “Fine”. Defeated she would pull out a cheese pizza and pre heat the oven. Today she thinks this is a funny memory, as do I. Its hard not to be happy over anything pizza related.
Frozen pizza doesn’t compare to real pizza though, but I still continue to eat it. I have branched out past plain cheese, and at age 20 I still love having a pizza dinner. Not everyday though, my metabolism doesn’t have its childhood speed anymore. Still, I can’t picture life without this premade goodness. I’ll get anything from the top brand to the knockoff store brand pizza’s, because when it comes down to it, I just enjoy my vice.