Take a look at that (sad, shabby iPhone) photo above. That, my friends, is a homemade sourdough spelt pizza crust, topped with garlic from our CSA, tomato sauce, goat cheese, heirloom tomatoes from the farmer’s market, and basil from our garden, all grilled last night at high temperature to crispy perfection.
But take a closer look at the (sad, shabby iPhone) photo above, specifically in the top right corner.
Let’s take a closer look.
THAT’S A WINGED CREATURE. That’s right. Somewhere in between taking this beautiful pie off the grill and putting it in my container for lunch the next day, a bug got on my pizza. And the sad thing is, he could have been alive up until the moment I microwaved this baby, a moment that took place about five minutes ago. So here’s my question: What would you do? Knowing that this pizza is unbelievably delicious, would you just give the bug a wide berth and eat the rest? Or would you assume he was alive and trampled his disgusting, festering, disease-carrying feet all over your amazing pizza prior to being nuked and therefore toss the whole thing?
Let me know your thoughts. I’ll just be over here eating the salad I also thankfully brought.