When I was little, I used to make my own pizzas. Slap me some tomato sauce on a slice of sandwich bread. Sprinkle on some white-colored cheese. Toast it. BAM! Pizza. You're welcome.
Actually, things got pretty bad with my "pizza-making." Think ketchup on Wonder Bread with a yellow square of American cheese on top. I made this as breakfast on Mother's Day for my dear, sweet mother. Even brought it in on a
Like anything, master the basics before stretching the boundaries. Have you seen Picasso's earlier works? They actually look like something. So he showed everyone he can paint, then he went crazy and showed them what painting is going to be from now on. I am not a Picasso of paint or pizza, but I don't make pizza with squeeze bottles anymore. To a degree, I think I've graduated to a level where I can be somewhat interpretive with pizza.