"For the first time in my life, I wished I had been in a sorority."
REVIEWERS: David Rudden, Corinne Schulze, Lindsey Smith, and Jeni McDaniel
Unlike my first review--which, despite appearances, happened less than two months before this-- this frope writeup was a bit unexpected. Everyone's got a frope laying in their fridge, and Jeni's Kentucky home just happened to have a Freschetta in the freezer and an assortment of potential toppings in her backyard vegetable garden.
The idea of using fresh toppings on a freeze-dried pizza seemed a bit outlandish to me, but maybe, just maybe, I was being a bit close-minded about the practice. The South has a greater frope presence than you would think--we passed a frozen pizza factory on car ride from Cincinnati to Lexington.
Needless to say, this didn't seem like your run-of-the-mill frope. Beyond the included mozzarella, cheddar, provolone, and parmesan cheeses, Jeni had tossed on yet another layer of cheese in addition to cherry tomatoes and a variety of peppers. When the Freschetta reached a browned gold (eff the traditional "golden brown") we removed the pizza with the handy pizza platter. Okay, it may work with other baked foods as well, but look at that perfect fit! That has to be most neccesary frope accessory since the Pizzazz.
While I hadn't spent but a night in Kentucky, this home-cooked frope demanded a return to my traditional pizza-accompanying beverage--a cool glass of orange juice. The freshly-squeezed organic OJ tastily complemented the home-grown veggies. Freschetta's large, flavored crust was, as always distinct--its size lends itself to large scraps on the plates of the crust-averse, or a final delicious goodbye for those who savor the back end.
I quizzed the gang about their final thoughts, and Corinne, her mother, and her sister agreed that the vegetables added a layer of depth to the frope, both in dimension and taste. Having owned up to my encyclopedic knowledge on the subject, I disclosed my favorite brand--Mystic Pizza. Yes, the one named after the 80s movie. Lindsey then hit me with another frope shocker. Apparently, the events of the movies were based on the lore of the Connecticut chapter of her Georgetown College sorority. For the first time in my life, I wished I had been in a sorority. We consumed the frope rather quicky--I may have had more than a quarter, while snapping our candids. The doughy pizza caught us by surprise-- Lindsey, Corinne, and I, despite our best efforts, could not take a bite that didn't look like it was exiting rather than entering our mouth. Jeni, on the other hand, looked (relatively) normal in her frope-eating paragraph. She brought it into the world, and she was prepared to take it out.
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