One of my SIL's version of pizza back in the late eighties.
It was pastry in a deep rectangular baking tin with the pastry going up the sides and over the top edge.
She smeared tomato puree in the bottom of it before adding a slight sprinkle of mild cheddar and a few small cubes of spam.
It looked a bit like one of those giant jam tarts that were cut and served to school kids back in the day.
I am sure she had used a packet bread pizza dough mix to make the pastry but didn't try to rise it so it was really hard where there was no tomato puree.
It wasn't terrible but it didn't look like pizza.
Served it with the thin greasy partially cooked white floppy chips that were her speciality because that was how she liked them. These chips were made for tea nearly every day with something like fishfingers, a frozen burger or a little frozen pie or pasty from Iceland or Kwik Save. Spoon full of baked beans. Served with at least one whole sliced white loaf of bread and margerine that anything up to eight kids would fight over. I was one of those kids plenty of times. It was ok. Not much experimenting could be done to it so it was preferable to the few times she was in the mood to cook something new and different.
I liked her a lot in those days and would always find something to be complimentary about even if she had gone way off tangent.
I remember her weirdnesses fondly, even if my digestive system doesn't.
This particular SIL, I have loads, used to be the head dinner lady in a primary school in the days when the staff actually cooked from scratch.
She was fully trained and qualified but she had some strange ideas about food when it came to her own family.
Slightly grey rice pudding on top of boiled apple and chilled in cut glass footed sundae bowls was another, thankfully rare, treat. It was as close to looking like it came from the local pond in frog spawning season as you would want to get and had an odd smell. Her kids lapped it up but I just couldn't bring myself to touch it. "No thank you, looks lovely but I am so full" was my friend on those days.
I might sound snooty and judgemental but I remember her food with affection.
She was great at some things. She could turn out a batch of beef and vegetable pasties that would melt in your mouth. Her cake and biscuits also very nice.
She's gone now, by not forgotten. R.I.P complicated sister.