Susan’s been quiet.
On Pizza Dough
We care a lot about the dough at David Made Pizza. Take the dough away and we’re nothing. A mere shadow of a seasonal nano ghost kitchen. Why’s dough so important? Well my great grandmother Sylvia, who was a great candy maker and baker, passed down a bread recipe to my grandmother that my grandmother made and taught my mom and my mom still makes to this day. My dough’s nothing like that. But baking bread was an important ritual in my house growing up. I’d sit on the linoleum petting Bruce the collie as Mom took steaming golden loaves out of the oven. Deep in the heart of Wonder Bread Country (rural Ohio), I grew up savoring crust.Continue reading “On Pizza Dough”
Things have been quiet restaurant-side but the WHS Latin Honors Society just pulled off a monster 50-pizza bake. Some of the best school pizza around! Not to mention 50 highly unique pizza boxes. bene factum, studentes!
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”