PizzaPizzaPizza!

Back in the '90s "PizzaPizzaPizza!" was the cry of the man who used to come in to the Pear Tree at about 11 o'clock in the evening to sell pizza by the slice to the sozzled occupants. It was always slightly soggy and really garlicky but after a few pints of cider it tasted like a little slice of heaven for £1.

Whenever I have pizza these days I remember that guy and usually mutter his cry to myself. I managed to slightly over cook this one but it was still tasty, though not soggy and garlicky.