Writer's Block: When the moon hits the sky...

I don't think most things described as pizza in North America qualify as such in Italy; at least my Bolognese friend was aghast at our sacrilegious innovations.

That said, some heresies I have enjoyed:

Thin crust but not too thin, pref. whole wheat or multigrain; pesto sauce; mozzarella, walnuts, bacon, apple, roasted garlic, mushroom.
OR
Thick fluffy crust, tomato sauce, mozzarella, anchovies, pineapple.
OR
Kosher k'laf pages torn out of an illuminated copy of the second book of Aristotle's Poetics, lightly toasted over a funeral pyre at the banks of the Ganges, spread with the cerebro-spinal fluid of a kraken thickened with ground filberts and the eyelashes of an owlbear, topped with the hoof of Sleipnir, claw of Garuda, hot sujuk, lint from the Emperor's New Clothes, and a fried Portuguese Man O' War.