It’s always been there for you. An indulgence. A convenience. You’ve made it at home with the family more times than you can count. You’ve devoured it at sleepovers. You’ve had it through thick and thin, piping hot, and cold from the refrigerator. And it always rules. Share your best pizza tale!
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My most vivid memory of pizza is from when I was five years old and my grandmother taught me how to make and knead the dough at the dining room table. I had to stand on a chair to reach the top of the table, she stood behind me and guided my hands while instructing me in Italian. Back then I understood everything she said and answered her in English. I still think of her when I make dough with my kids.
My most vivid memory of pizza is rushing with my brother to pick up a pepperoni pizza just before the pizza shop closed, in the winter. Rushing in to get it, handing it to my bro through the passengers side open door- turning away to adjust scarf & coat- then plopping down in the seat... Right on top of the hot pizza! "ARE YOU CRAZY???!!" "I WAS PUTTING MY SEATBELT ON!" "I JUST HANDED IT TO YOU, WHAT DID YOU THINK I WAS GOING TO DO? WAS I SUPPOSED TO RIDE HOME ON THE ROOF?" "EVER HEAR OF LOOKING?!" ha ha ha ha ha
My most vivid memory of pizza was when I was 12, and was having a sleepover. My mom was making pizza for us and when she finished, she brought it into the living room and one of the pieces she had given me looked like someone had smashed it with their hand and I asked her what happened and she said nothing, it messed up when she was getting it out of the oven. Well I just happened to look at her sock, and there was pizza sauce all over it!! She had dropped my piece on her foot and given it to me anyway! It was hilarious and we still laugh about it to this day! lol, thank you for reminding me of it!
When I was a kid, pizza was something special ... definitely not something we had once a week or even once a month. There was one pizza place in our neighborhood and it only had two choices - sausage or cheese. Everyone ordered from it. It probably wasn't the best pizza in the world - I don't even remember how it tasted - but it was like the food of the gods to us!
While living in Boston with my first husband..we were a couple of young college students, and we could eat cheap at this fantastic Greek pizza parlor near campus. The beautiful young daughter would dance in front of the jukebox, and her father, the owner, would chase her around the restaurant, yelling, with a knife in his hand. The pizza was incredible, and the floor show was quite entertaining.
While growing up, our famiyl would go eat pizza after church almost every Sunday. I remember how I loved when church service ended becuase it meant I could eat some cheesy goodness. On one occasion I remember removing all the cheese from my pizza and trying to stuff it into my mouth all at once. I guess I could just not get enough of that yummy melted cheese.
My most found memory of pizza was when I was in High School we had an open lunch and my friends and I would usually walk across the street to get pizza. Many fond memories of High School were made at lunchtime.
one night me and my partner tried to have a romantic night at home having a pizza,wine and a movie and we forgot the pizza in the oven and it was totally burnt so we had to go out and eat afterall.
My favorite memory of pizza is connected to a movie. It was 1971 and we had just watched Brian's Song (OK, I'm really old.) If you have never seen the movie it's about Gayle Sayers and Brian Piccolo, football players. Gayle has some knee problems and Brian plays advasary. Brian basically picked at Gayle until he recuperated from his knee problems. Later Brian finds out he has cancer. In one of the most moving scenes Gayle smuggles a pizza into the hospital for Brian.
I think this is probably the first movie that brought me to tears. When the show went off a friend who was watching the movie with me said "Who's up for pizza?". We went for pizza and talked about the movie for hours.
I'll end with this:
I love Brian Piccolo. And I'd like all of you to love him too. And so tonight, when you hit your knees, please ask God to love him.
