Highly unusual. This sort of hatred he typically reserves for bumbly drawer liners.
If you order pepperoni pizza in Italy you get vegetables. This I learned in Trieste, the port city where Joyce started Dubliners and finished Portrait and my great great grandparents left Slovenia for Cleveland, of all places.
“Times must have been tough,” my brother Josh later remarked on the subject with his toes in Lake Bled.
Presently we were watching the sun set over the Adriatic, Trieste’s Piazza della Borsa at our backs. We sat cross legged on the Molo Audace over a greasy pizza box. The pizza had
“Salami,” Josh said.
“You have to order salami.”Continue reading “Pepperoni Matters”
Sketchbook is in development. Indefinitely. Here I’ll be putting up excerpts from my notebook: cartoons, notes, recipes. Some illustrated deep dives on ingredients and process. Photography. Other doodles. Work in progress.