Tonight, I decided to try something I'd heard of recently: broccoli on pizza. I was told, in the YouTube video I watched, ranking pizza toppings, that you had to build your pie with broccoli in mind; you couldn't just throw it on a pizza with pepperoni and expect it to be amazing. Red sauce was definitely out; I'm convinced that wouldn't be very good. White sauce might be ok, but my sauce solution was basil pesto. Garlic pairs well with onions, so I threw some onions on that pizza. Olives made the cut, too, because I thought that the flavors would compliment. And obviously, broccoli.
I make my dough, I get everything set up, I slather that fucker in pesto. I throw on the cheese, evenly spreading it around. I used some fresh chopped onion I had left over from taco day at work yesterday. Splashed that mother in olives. And the piece-de-resistance, that broccoli. I tossed that badboy in the oven, and waited.
I AM FUCKING HERE FOR IT. That broccoli pesto pizza possibly was in the top 10 of all pizza I've ever had. It was incredible. I firmly believe that you haven't lived without trying broccoli on pizza.