In the '60s we occasionally would have pizzas as a treat from a local sandwich shop... most likely in May when the greenhouse was going full bore and my father was there from 6:30 AM to 8:00 PM or later.
Every Sunday night though, my mother would make pizza from kit, the dough was in a can like the Pillsbury dough boy, and a small can of sauce.
It was rectangular and fit on a cookie sheet, she'd put mushrooms, green peppers, and a few other items on it.
I make a deep dish pizza which doesn't require rolling and fits in a 9x12 cake pan. With tomato sauce, cheese, and a few toppings it makes a great meal, and there's enough for several lunches the following week.
The first Hawaiian Pizza with Canadian Bacon, was a revelation of just how good food could be. Many may say this is an abomination. It isn't. Its the connection of two different cultures that makes something better. Extraordinary better.
Hawaiian is good. To me it's the sauce which makes a good pizza, along with a decent crust. Those two can make almost anything taste good. Except pepperoni... I bought too many lunches from warmers and that's all some people seem to put out. There used to be a shop called "Ryan's Pizza" down in Bar Harbor on the coast run by a capitalist Dead Head, and he knew how to make good food. One of my favorites was hamburg and spinach on whole wheat crust. It's been decades since I've been down there though, I don't believe that he is there anymore.
I didn't read this at first because I'm not over 70... my apologies for not following the rules.
Just remember though, when you place your order don't forget to say, "No Anchovies, Please!"