As a Swedish Homosexual, I can tell you that this not the proper way to prepare the margherita pizza. When I was a young, gay Swedish lad; I traveled to where every Homosexual wishes to visit and live in, France. South of France is known for Italian influence in architecture and food. I got a job in a little restaurant where I started as busboy, to later become head chef. I had an assistant chef, who was also my lover at the time, Gastone. We were voted best chefs in South France and we won with our margherita pizza. We lived a fantastic, exciting homosexual lifestyle;the nightlife was fantastic filled with orgies of handsome Frenchmen. No where in the World was there a more free place for homosexuals then the French nightlife. We were happy couple and was going to marry. Though when we lost the pizza margherita contest the next year, I came to work early to find Gastone in the oven, his mutilated body burnt to a crisp, covered in cheese. It was so depressing I lost such a lover that after a short time I moved back to Sweden. To this day, I have phobia of pizza when I smell it, all I can smell is the charred body of Gastone.
~Gustaf Farthinder, Homosexual French-Trained Pizza Chef