When Peter is in the US, he likes to order Pizza Hut and more specifically, stuffed crust pizza from Pizza hut. And I was certainly always happy to go along with that idea.
He never told me how very different pizza is in Austria. Oh he may have mentioned that it was different, but he never walloped me on the head with a moldy tennis shoe and screamed in my face how very, very different it is. I think he should have.
They put CORN on their pizza here! Seriously! Why?! Why Austrian people?!
Apparently, they were of the opinion that Americans put corn on their pizza, so they did too. And by the time anyone actually had pizza in the US and realized that it does NOT come with corn, it was already an established practice here.
At least that is my attempt to make some sense out of it.
We have a pizza place that we order from occasionally. I am always stuck with having to order the pizza. I could be on my deathbed and wanting pizza as a last meal and Peter will say, “Make the call. It’s good practice for your German.”
Once, a few years ago, they must’ve had someone new answering the phone, who was not accustomed to my particular American accented German. See, Käse is cheese, and Maiz is corn. And they both have a long A sound. I think you can imagine what happened when I ordered mine with extra cheese.
I opened my box and found all of this corn sparkling up at me rather smugly (the hate is mutual it seems) and my heart sank. I don’t mind admitting, as a grown woman, that I burst into tears. I had paid for it. I would have to eat it.
But Superman flew in with his bad ass Austrian self and got on the actual phone and called the pizza place. ( I know. I know. ) and informed them that his wife is American and she will NOT eat a pizza with corn on it, especially when she had ordered extra cheese and not extra corn.
I have to say though, so that no one gets the ugly surprise that I did, they DO NOT slice your pizza for you. Really Austrian pizza industry? Really? Ja woll silly Amerikan frau! Ja woll!
Peter says that they will slice your pizza if you ask them, but as a person who’s hands work and who owns silverware that includes a knife, I would be embarrassed as all get out, to ask another adult to cut my pizza for me.
I had never thought about it before, I was just used to pizza appearing, corn-less and crust stuffed, and cut into manageable slices. Could you imagine what would happen if all of the pizza places in the US stopped slicing your pizza for you? It’s kind of interesting to think about, isn’t it?