Wasn't it the Earl of Sandwich whose namesake was modeled after a traditional Englishman's supper of bread, cheese, and meat? Then who, pray tell, is the divine creator of the pizza?! My quick research tells me it was the Greeks or the Romans. But, it was those wacky Neapolitans that married dough, cheese, and tomato together for that sublime taste that makes me giddy with pleasure. Just watch the scene in the movie Eat, Pray, Love when Liz and Sophie wax poetic about the Margherita pizza they travel all the way to Naples to eat. (Insert lip smacking sound here.)
I grew up eating a thin-crust "bar pie" only found (I'm told) on the south shore of Massachusetts. I can't get it anywhere but south of Boston and it's one of the first things I crave when I head back home. Although, a brick-oven pizza from Pizzeria Regina (Regina Pizzeria to you newbies) satisfies my hunger pangs, too.
David likes his pizza topped with the usual pepperoni, or peppers and onions. But, I'm a bit more adventurous. Gimme grilled chicken with roasted red peppers, black olives and peperoncini, fresh herbs and spiced chicken sausage, a drizzle of olive oil... Mama Mia!
Here are some recipes you might want to try...
If dough is not your bag, ask your favorite pizzeria if they'll sell you their dough. Then have fun creating your own combinations.
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