We had individual pizza once. It came from the freezer in the local Co-Op iirc.
It was my first taste of ‘foreign food’ (or ‘foreign muck’ as it was referred to) except for spaghetti hoops in tomato sauce. I wasn’t mad keen on those either.
If Vesta was ‘curry’ then this was ‘pizza’. Underwhelming beyond belief. Vesta curry was preferable to this (was later to learn by the time had left home and first tried a ‘curry‘)
At 10 yrs old I was learning that ‘foreign food‘ seemed every bit as dodgy and unappetising as I’d heard tell. Spaghetti hoops, individual pizzas, grapefruit. All quite risqué in the Black Country back in the day when our Great-Grandparents were quite literally Edwardian and favoured sheeps brains and pig’s trotters over any modern muck. Am not even joking.
Didn’t revisit pizza (or any Italian food) for over a decade. The next one I was to try was hitchhiking in coastal France. Weird setup. Old bloke with a wood-fired pizza oven on the harbour. Had never seen such a thing! Thought it was a time-warp or tourist gimmick. Everything fresh. Even fresh anchovies. Bought a slice. Thought I’d died and woken up in heaven. Britain had never seemed so far away as at that moment. At least you can get decent pizza nowadays (if you have a posh mate with a pizza oven 🤣)