I’ve eaten many and many a pizza over the years, with many and many a topping. From the humble potato to the exorbitant truffle, but never ever with fruit. Well, maybe pineapple, but that seems to be generally accepted. My mouth fell slightly open when I found a blueberry pizza at the supermarket.
I thought there might just be a few dots of blueberry on there, but when I opened the package the whole thing was purple. There’s no backing down now, so after ten minutes in the oven I was ready to dig in.
In all honesty, it was a hundred times better than I expected. The fruit was not overly sweet, maybe even a little sour, and therefore didn’t clash with the cheese. Mostly you could just taste the bread, but every once and a while a berry would pop in your mouth releasing its tangy juice. I don’t think this is going to catch on in Europe, but I liked it well enough.
Fear Factor – 6 / Taste Test – 8