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Surprisingly, working at a pizza place in my teens actually gained me an appreciation for pizza. I hated it before I started, but all the employees were very good at creating much better recipes than the ones we sold, since dinner was usually pizza every night for us.
That whole chicken-wing-meat-on-pizza thing that one of the big chains is doing now? We were doing that ten years ago, with a half-and-half mixture of ranch dressing and cayenne pepper sauce (used on the hot wings) substituted for the tomato sauce.
And a "Clodfobble* Special" was a pepperoni topped with a jalapeno slice and drizzled liberally with barbecue sauce. Sometimes they'd go through the oven, sometimes not. But working there definitely increased my cooking creativity skills.
*My real name here
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