I was having a conversation with my uncle many years ago about pizza. He refers to our beloved food pie as ‘pee-za’, not ‘pete-za’ as many of us do. –Because there is no ‘t’ in piZZa.– Anyway, he was trying to convince me that pizza didn’t look appetizing. And I remember thinking, being a teenage bottomless pit, sorry Unc, pizza is the dabomb! (Don’t judge, it was the 90s)
However, years later I began to consider what he said. Perhaps if I had grown up in a much different culture I would agree. If I was raised in a much poorer culture a much different society where food was looked at as an energy source and not recreation I might have a different. I began to realize a thin disc of bread slathered with blood red sauce and scattered with chunks of various meats and vegetables would not look so appetizing if that were so. Actually, it might look quite disgusting.
If I had never been introduced to pizza, never had the chance to taste pizza, and not grown up with a delectable steaming cheesy triangle in my grubby hands, I would probably not think much of it.
Familiarity + history = perception. Perception = reality
Simply put: Your pizza may not be my pizza. We can still get along with each other.
(Too confusing? Let me make it simple for you. Watch an episode or two of Bizarre Foods.)