Bumbleberry Pizza. There are just so many things wrong with that phrase. Starting with the word bumbleberry. It’s not a real berry (as far as I know) But bumbleberry was what my mother called anything that was a jumble of berries. Which sounds reasonable. It might even be a real thing, but my mother made up words all the time. So who knows? Besides, maybe she was saying jumbleberry. It makes more sense, doesn’t it? Oh well, I’ll never know, so I’ll just credit my mom with the bumbleberry aspect of this Bumbleberry Pizza, and let the etymologists figure the rest out. Which leaves me in the awkward position of explaining how in the world this Bumbleberry Tart could be considered a pizza.
Well, like my mom I make up things all the time too. It’s so much easier than grappling with actual facts, figures and yes, even words. But blogs deal in words– at least my blog does. So I think about the words I choose because I want to turn readers into eaters. In my world, words make people hungry.
So I’ll start with the words. Pizza’s a good word. It’s got two Zs in it. Which is why you don’t see it too often in Scrabble. Besides, I like pizza and so do you. We may as well make food we like and describe that food with words we like, right? Of course you could call this a tart and still like it. So I’m going to need more compelling justification.
Which is this: I baked it on a pizza stone. What are pizza stones for? Pizza. I think you’re beginning to follow my logic.
Finally, I consider this Bumbleberry Tart a pizza because it’s served with cheese and oregano. Many a good pizza has been topped with cheese and oregano. That part I didn’t make up. GREG