For me as a kid, nothing was as big of a bummer as being served Hawaiian pizza. “Leave the fruit in the bowl”, my father would say, and that’s just what I did by painstakingly removing all pineapple from each pizza slice before sinking my teeth into it.
As an adult, I still don’t care much for Hawaiian pizza but I have a better understanding the concept. After all, pairing a little sweetness with something salty like bacon or ham can produce delicious results. But instead of overloading on the pineapple, I prefer to use only a little, judiciously added at just the right tome, to add that hint of sweetness to something tart. The end result: the pineapple is salty sweet from the soy sauce, cooking wine, garlic, ginger and a touch of sesame oil and combined with juicy chicken breasts, it is pure heaven.