My First Time
I stole this title from the formerly Chubby, currently Svelte Chatterbox who posted about his first time trying sushi. http://chubbychatterbox.com/blog/my_first_time.en
The "First Time" many of you perverts are thinking about will NEVER be material for this blog.
Anyway, Stephen asked others about the first time they tried different foods.
The first time I had pizza was as a college freshman.
Pizza an exotic food?
Well, if you were raised as a WASP in suburbia in the fifties, the now ubiquitous pizzerias were actually rather rare. I only knew of pizza from two sources.
There were pizzerias on the boardwalk in Ocean City, New Jersey where my grandparents lived in the summer. The pizza smelled delicious, and looked delicious, but I had decided without trying it, that I did not like pizza. Pizza was on a long list of food that I knew I did not like even without trying, but it was the only food on that peculiar list that smelled and looked delicious.
I had long since decided I did not like pizza because of the Jackie Gleason Show. On “The Honeymooners” Gleason often spoke of eating pizza, not just pizza, but pizza with “The Works.” The works included onions, peppers, mushrooms and anchovies, four items also on my unusual-foods-list, as a matter of fact, except for mushrooms, they are still on my I-will-never-eat -them list. I associated pizza with these foods, never realizing that the pie could be ordered without “The Works.”
In addition, to reinforce my dislike for the never sampled pizza, was my brother’s experience with pizza. On several occasions, my older brother came home on a Saturday night and got sick to his stomach. He got sick in a most unpleasant manner. Each time he claimed he had eaten some bad pizza in the city. I did not wish to ever become so unpleasantly distressed by a slice of pizza.
In actuality, I learned later, my brother's distress was caused not by the pizza, but by consumption of beer in great quantities. The pizza excuse was to fool my father. It only fooled me. Pops said nothing, but extracted his punishment on my brother (and by extension on me) by forcing the whole family to go to early church service on Sunday. Getting up early with a hangover must have been successful punishment, because my brother has never been a big beer drinker. For me, the lesson extended to pizza.
Freshman year in college my pizza aversion broke down. Several guys on my dorm floor ordered pizza. I was offered a slice. I was hungry. I was informed it would not have onions, peppers, mushrooms or anchovies. I courageously sampled a slice.
I have since learned to also cross asparagus, artichokes and mushrooms off my I-will-never-eat-them list. I remain a sushi free zone.
My favorite pizza is with sausage and mushrooms.