Yesterday, being a Sunday, was declared an indulgence day which meant pizza was acquired. Frozen or fresh, there's no discriminating (of course, not all is ever created equal when it comes to life's pleasures, but that lesson, too, is for another posting). Trader Joe's makes a frozen pizza margherita with mozzarella and grana cheese, so this blog acquired one and popped it in the oven. Natural conclusions occurred (i.e., the pizza was destroyed).
Upon disposal of the packaging two observations were made of the back of the box that hadn't been made prior to indulgence. #1) the script boasted "product of Italy". ...down with that...[check!] #2) the pictures boasted what would be assumed to be pizza makers (in Italy) doing what they do best, making pizza. Yet, these four pictures are surprisingly disturbing. The "pizza makers" are wearing all manners of sanitary apparel, as if prepared for precision surgery; there are hairnets, mouth masks, gloves (full, up to the elbows) and lab coats. Seriously. Here's where the blog becomes confounded. Sure, it's nice to know that there were no stray Italian hairs in my pizza's dough, but my appetite is gone (so is the pizza though, by default of order of operations (eat then examine)). Indeed, none of the script on the back of the box references these super hygienic Italians, so...yes, let's just get it out there. It looks a lot like the Judge right before he dunked Roger in the toon emulsifying "dip".
Not sure if one should be afraid of or reassured by all of these "pictured" precautionary methods. Delivery may just be the more appropriate future maneuver for indulgence days.
Life sometimes can be sanitary.
Sanitary: –adjective
of or pertaining to health or the conditions affecting health, especially with reference to cleanliness, precautions against disease, etc.
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