The other night, while I was working, I caught an episode of the television series Supernatural. It was Season 5, when Dean meets Death; as in the rider of the pale white horse in the Book of Revelations during the end times apocalypse. He had been freed prior to the all-out destruction of the Earth because Lucifer needed him for his “temper tantrum”, as the series puts it, plot to destroy mankind in jealousy since God likes them better.
The entire time, all I can think as they are talking over Chicago deep dish style pizza was, “It has been ten years since I’ve had a Chicago deep dish style pizza. Oh my gosh, I need to seriously get a good recipe for that. I need it now.” That was a few days ago. I did the next best thing. The spouse went to Papa Murphy’s, the take-and-bake chain that makes your pizza raw and then you take it home and put it in the oven so it is perfectly fresh, and had one put together. We had it as our single meal of the day because it is a caloric nuclear bomb. It was magnificent.
At the end of the scene, Death spares Chicago because, he “likes the pizza”. Good call.
Lesson 1: Food advertising works. General Mills, Kellogg’s, Pizza Hut, McDonald’s, Papa John’s, Pizza Hut, Coca-Cola, Pepsi … they know what they are doing. I couldn’t think about anything else.
Lesson 2: Chicago deep dish style pizza is phenomenal. Amazingly fantastically phenomenal. I don’t know the history of it, how it was created, or how it became associated with the town, but I should have it more often. Better yet, I need to create my own recipe.