You are a creative cook in Italy in an indeterminate time. The calzone has been invented and is quite popular as a staple of the Italian dinner. You have come up with a creative idea, which is the pizza.
When you try to explain your idea to your fellow cooks and MasterChef, they can’t grasp it, and they see insurmountable obstacles.
Now, calzone is basically a pizza folded. And a pizza is a calzone unfolded. But your colleagues are flummoxed by your idea. For example, they might object that with a pizza, the guest can see the contents before he cut it open, and the public won’t accept that.
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In the cozy kitchen of an old trattoria, I stood with my revolutionary idea, trying to sway my peers towards the vision of the pizza. Picture it: a room filled with cooks, each more traditional than the last, eyebrows raised at what sounded like culinary heresy.
"So, it's a calzone, but you don't fold it?" Chef Marco asked, squinting at me over a pot of simmering sauce, his tone dripping with skepticism.
"Exactly," I replied, holding my hands apart as if physically demonstrating the radical 'unfolding'. "You just leave it open, and cook it like that."
"But then people can see what's on it before they eat it," argued Lucia, always quick to point out flaws. "It ruins the surprise. Who on earth would want that?"
"I think they might," I said with a shrug. "It's like a calzone, but less mysterious."
"And the cheese," piped up Giorgio, who had a philosophical bent, "sitting there exposed to the harsh heat of the oven without any dough to protect it. It's unnatural."
"And everything would just... slide off the edges," Maria added, looking genuinely concerned for the hypothetical toppings.
"It's flat," I tried to reassure them. "The edges are slightly raised. Things stay put generally."
They exchanged dubious looks. Chef Roberto finally broke the silence, "So, you're suggesting we take a perfectly good calzone, open it up, and just hope for the best? It sounds like a disaster waiting to happen."
"Well, when you put it like that," I said, pausing for effect, "it does sound a bit risky. But maybe that’s what makes it exciting?"
The room fell silent, the only sound the bubbling of sauce and the crackling of the fire. Then, slowly, a reluctant nod from Chef Marco. "Maybe. But let’s not tell anyone it was my idea if it doesn’t work out."
And so, with a mixture of curiosity and deep reservations, we ventured into the uncharted territory of the open-faced calzone, which would one day be known simply as 'pizza'. But that day, it was just an odd, flat bread experiment that nobody was quite sure about.
