Pizza
I like pizza. My housekeeper makes a nice Margarita, with fresh tomatoes, though we haven't been able to get that crisp crust. I never understood why pizza is so implicated in making people fat, because for me a pizza is basically something like an olive-oil cracker with a thin layer of tomato and cheese (or mushrooms or whatever on it). There just isn't that much to it, and anyway, no-one eats more than a couple of slices, depending on how big it is. I lived in New York for three years, New York pizzas are flat, and you buy them by the slice. Then I learned (yesterday) about Chicago deep dish pizza, which I have never seen in real life. OK. Now I understand.