In my last post I said that Bomb Diggity reminds me of home but THIS…this makes me feel like I’m there. I grew up in an itty bitty farm town in central Illinois where we had two “big” events every year: Fall Fest and Strawberry Fest. I went to Fall Fest for funnel cake but I went to Strawberry Fest for their notorious Strawberry Pizza. I mean the whole town scrambled to get a slice before it sold out. If it wasn’t for this pizza, I don’t think I’d have any other reason to go…even though it was just a short walk across town from my house to the square.
A group of people would come together to make these pizzas at one of the towns churches to help raise money for Boy Scouts. Some people were lucky enough to actually have the recipe for this pizza. I thought that my mom or my sister would have gotten their hands on it but unfortunately, we weren’t the lucky ones. So I did my best to recreate it exactly how I remember it. I’d be surprised if the actual recipe wasn’t almost identical to this one. It tastes just like the real Strawberry Pizza…the buttery crust, rich cream cheese, and the jelly/strawberry top. Ugh, it’s so good!