Me to Homemade Pizza: Go to HellSo, I was sitting at the dinner table last week, watching “The Sting” on HBO, reviewing a fax from The Bank of Nigeria offering me millions (ask me sometime how this scam wiped out a side of my family), and eating a Homemade Pizza that The Wife had picked up. I paused for a second as I nibbled my second slice, pondering the painfully obvious common theme that pulled this whole viewing/reading/eating experience together.

I believe Homemade Pizza is a kind of con, and like most cons, the pigeon is lured into questionable actions by fooling himself into believing that something too good to be true could actually be true, and that by slighting overlooking certain obvious ethical challenges, he will receive what he believes he deserves, which is always more than he actually deserves.
Now, since the beginning of the Modern Age, prepackaged food manufacturers have tried to help harried folks feel better about feeding their family “homemade” foods that weren’t made at home. For some reason, on that night, with several environmental factors coming together, I felt a harmonic convergence of revulsion.
• Homemade Pizza is inoffensive, but it’s assembled with oddly mechanical insensitivity: ingredients are laid out in quadrants, separate from one another. This formulaic ingredient distribution is, I believe, an encouragement to “re-arrange” the elements yourself so as to reinforce the feeling that you’re actually “making pizza.” Regular crust was pasty, flavorless, and in my consumer oven, it got nowhere near as crisp as I’d like; the wheat crust was just a spongy lower layer for toppings.
• The tastes of both pizzas we had (Spinach and Quattro Stagione) had distinct lack of zap. The ingredients were fresh: the spinach on par with a Fresh Express product, the Kalamata olives only slightly less firm than something you’d buy at the deli at Caputo’s, the “wild mushrooms”…well, I’m guessing they were crimini, which are not wild,
but everybody lies about that . Thing is, “fresh” is just not enough; ingredients that are past their due date are unacceptable everywhere. The problem wasn’t freshness; it was flavor, or the lack of it. The Homemade Pizza went down without any sensation of “oooh good.”
• I was appalled at the pricing – with tax, close to $20 for a “large” 14” pie; no wonder franchise locations are in places like Oak Park, Glencoe and Winnetka (not that the PROP bears much in common with those other suburbs). The Boy, who has logged much experience behind the counter at Domino’s, perceptively noted that because there was a crust perimeter of about 1.5-2”, so what we really had here was, by any reasonable standard, a small pizza for $20. And we got to cook it ourselves.
So here’s the point, which is not profound. We pay more for less as a way of assuaging our guilt for not putting into our food the only thing that matters – heart – which is the secret ingredient that makes any dish taste good. Passion directs us to keep looking for the right ingredients, the most pleasing combinations, while fixing attention firmly on the object of our gustatory desire, as a lover woos the object of affection, with passionate focus and intensity. Got no heart; then spend money; see if that helps.
High school buddy of mine who spent his thirties in federal prison for armed robbery said that one of the things he missed most while he was inside was actual home-cooked food. There’s no way, he said, an institution can add the magic of something made by hand by someone who cares for you.
David “Thanks, again, for letting me vent” Hammond
Postscript. After writing the above, I went to
http://www.homemadepizza.com and checked the press area only to find that Homemade Pizza has been lauded by Bayless, Achatz, & Dolinsky. It’d be hard for me to think of three food guys I respect more. Did it give me pause that I had just slammed a place admired by those I admire? Sure it did. Then I listened to Dolinsky’s piece where the Homemade Pizza founder explained that their product “gives the customer the satisfaction of cooking a great meal at home without doing any of the work.” Okay, now I feel better. That is my point. Getting satisfaction from heating up something someone else made (and that, in my opinion, is not very tasty) – and conning yourself into thinking that this is “cooking” – that is a sad, sad thing.
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