Strange, I'm going to respond to you in terms perhaps you can understand.
What you have said in this thread about the culinary arts is ridiculous. It would be as ridiculous as my suggesting that professional sports is a farce. The suggestion that a bunch of quasi-educated man-children are paid an obscene amount of money to run around a green chasing a ball tells me one thing: they've somehow turned recess from their school days into a lucrative full-time career.
And that there are so many sports fanatics willing to throw away their hard-earned money to watch (or "support," as they might say—as though the support is cultural or spiritual as opposed to emotional and financial) is beyond me. And it would seem to me that it's no surprise that most of these fanatics are men. Though there is great appeal in sitting around on a nice afternoon, eating hotdogs and drinking beer and hollering like a buffoon, I'm sure that deep down inside it's all about living vicariously through those who found a way to get rich while living in the land of perpetual recess. It's a fantasy. "Professional sports" is nothing more than getting paid to play a game—a game that anybody in reasonable health could play adequately. What a farce, indeed.
To those in the know, it's bread & circuses. And getting back to bread: Strange, my ultimate point is that you have done the OP a disservice by discouraging exploring the world of food. The suggestion that making convenience food is somehow the only realistic, practical, satisfactory option is a poor suggestion for living. Some of my favourite experiences in life included being curious and courageous enough to attempt to cook something I've never cooked before—something different, something challenging; something good.
No, Strange, I would not take your advice, nor would I give it.
To the OP: you should find a good blog, website, or book that has recipes for making pizza from scratch, and, if you're so inclined, experiment. Pizza isn't a difficult food to make, though I must say it does take a bit of love and effort.
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