Did Someone Deliver?

So tonight it happened. I had my first taste of DiGiorno.

Yeah, yeah. Big deal. I know.

Regardless, after years of seeing the corny commercials - "It's not delivery. It's DiGiorno!" - I finally sampled the 'throw it in the oven and let it go' pizza.



(OK, I get it. It's not delivery. Now, please stop airing these commercials.)

After a long day of class, I walked into my apartment hungry and looking for a quick fix. And there it was. A freshly baked DiGiorno pizza on the stove top with green peppers, sausage, and onions. Naturally, I bargained with my roommate for a slice.

Good? sure. But, something was missing.

(meh.)

I think what was missing was the pizza's character. The great thing about pizza is that it is meant to be manipulated with human hands. The dough is stretched and tossed by a cook. Even if you are using an already prepared dough, the sauce, cheese, and toppings are determined by your own hands.

With DiGiorno, all of the fun of pizza was taken out of the equation. It was too uniform. Too stable.

(Manipulating the dough is not a part of DiGiorno.)

But, I guess I shouldn't really complain. I mean, I did successfully steal a slice from my roommate.