Ah, legal loopholes. That simple twist of the tongue that leads to so many Homer Simpson "d'oh!" moments during checkout at the grocery store. Personal favorites include chocolate flavored, Chick'n, and as we've seen with the Taco Bell Chicken Bacon Ranch flatbread, "baconranch" the ex dolo malo of the food world, hated by all and loved by the toothless. When I brought this pizza home, I slapped my forehead in disgust, worrying that when I opened the box, I'd see a smattering of bacon-flavored ranch sauce covered with anemic tomatoes and little else. I sometimes feel like the abused child of the CPK industry. I've been burnt too many times.
This time was different, though. I can't say that CPK will stay this good, but this time, they were pretty decent. Much like my inherent weakness for small succulent plants, roadside tacos, and tight pants, I feel the compulsive need to purchase every single new pizza they've put out, despite their failure time and time again. Then again, it could be because they keep slapping "limited edition" on all their freaking pizzas. Not this time, Roasted 15 Veggie. Not this time.
I liked this pizza. It seemed as though with every misconception I had about this came a rebuttal of the finest form that blew my argument right out of the water. There will be no bacon! Oh, wait, actually, there's a metric asston (not to be confused with the hogshead) of bacon and it's all ground up and crispy and delicious. Oh. Okay, well, the tomatoes will suck? Mmm, wrong again, they're actually pretty juicy, some are yellow, and they're cut up in small enough pieces to get a bunch in every bite.
This was the point in the consumption where I furrowed my brow. Might I have actually gone out and purchased a pizza from a store and tried to trick myself using magical thinking to pretend this was from CPK? But the box was in the trash. It's not like this was a perfect, magical pizza. The crust was, as always damningly thin and crispy, but worked better with this combination of flavors than it had in the past. It created a crisped open-faced panini effect on the pie and lent itself to sandwiching quite well. The main drawback with this was that it was incredibly salty, no doubt aided in part by the gluey ranch sauce adhering its components together. Thankfully, the chicken wasn't seasoned and was strangely quiet throughout the entire lunch. I don't think I've ever had a prepackaged food item, pizza or otherwise, where the amount of bacon outweighed the amount of other proteins. It was strange. And yet, so epic.
But damn it, CPK, your website still looks like a Geocities reject. Why is that? Y U no change that? And so upsettingly sparse in places. I want wine recommendations for my chicken bacon ranchathon, please.
Labels: 7, frozen, lunch, meat, pizza