Monday, June 29, 2009

Pizza Memories

One of the best pizzas I ever ate was handmade by a guy who used to live in the East Suburbs. He made pizza out of his basement kitchen and sold them "to his friends" only. You had to have a personal introduction and be vouched for by a friend of his in order to be able to buy a pizza from him. The dough and sauce were both handmade, and he would spin the dough while you watched. The sauce was thick and rich and made with fresh tomatoes and herbs from his garden; the topping were freshly sliced and artfully arranged. We would drive over to his house every Friday night to pick up a pie, and even bought a special pizza carrier so it would stay warm on the drive home. This was over 25 years ago and he is long gone, but the memory lives on!

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