I had the most wonderful garlic chicken pizza in a town I used to live in. When I went back the second time they had changed the way they made it. I'll always remember how much I enjoyed that one garlic pizza.
Going to my mother's for dinner and her giving me a little five/six inch "pizza" that was nothing but horrible processed crust brushed with something red with one pepperoni on it. This was when she was going her "let's get to know what is available in the frozen food section." phase. Thank goodness it didn't last long.
