It all started with a pizza.

I made a pizza for dinner last week. I don't do this very often because we're an odd number of people at home, and even though I know that πr² is the formula for finding the area of a circle, I have trouble dividing the pizza into an odd number of equal portions.

The thing is, the last time I did it, I did it so badly that there was a riot in my dining room, and I ended up in a domestic court case for tyranny and treason, even though I gave myself the small portion. It was so agressive that there were sharp comments about "how unfair life is!" and looks that could've gone through the wall even after dinner.

This scene in my life reminded me of famous events in history involving food. Fruit is mentioned in the Bible as the predominant food in the Garden of Eden. The apple of discord was the excuse for the Trojan War. A basket of figs contained the snake that bit Cleopatra, and, of course, there was Newton's famous apple.

And I wonder: If there had been only broccoli in Eden, the apple in Troy had been an eggplant, Cleopatra had gotten Brussels sprouts, and a watermelon had hit Newton's head... would the course of history have been any different?