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 Dad and Mom used to take us to the Pizza Hut when we were kids. My brother and I would get a quarter for the jukebox and we could play 3 songs. I think we enjoyed that as much as the pizza, we thought we were so cool! This was back in the sixties, when pizza parlors had dark wood, and candles on the tables because it was so dark inside. To this day, it's just not the same- I miss eating pizza in the dark!
I used to work at Pudge Bros. Pizza. One day, I worked a particularly brutal opening shift; hours and hours without a break since I was the only driver on, and no time to hit a drive-thru. I came in after Delivery #57372392, ready to throw my uniform shirt off and pound sand, when I saw a small cheese pizza coming out of the oven. I grumbled and grabbed a box for it. "It's for you," said Gretchen, my manager (and my hero at that very moment!). "You've been running all day and I know you're hungry. I hope just cheese is okay, I know you're a vegetarian but I wasn't sure what toppings you liked..." I nearly cried right then and there. What a nice thing to do, and just when I needed it!
1948-maybe 49. My oldest sioster took the entire famioly to a new restaurant in Gary, Indiana, to try a new dish called Pizza Pie. It was cut in wedges. I frowned at the tomato sauce, almost refused to try it. I was 6 and hated new anything. But the aroma won me over and I put the very tip end in my mouth and pulled. The cheese stretched. The sauce oozed. And I began a 60 year love afair. :-)
My best pizza tale is when i was 10 years old. My Mother and I were out shopping, and this is when the downtowns we famous. We were walking past a bank and I found $30! Well, long story short we brought it to the police department and put a ad in the paper, no one claimed after 30 days, so I got the money. Well, I decided to be nice to my family and treated them to pizza. I had 3 sisters and Mom and Dad. But at 10, over 40 years ago, the money went far, I was able to treat them to pizza and got some money to spend for myself. Good memories.
My favorite pizza memory repeats itself ever Friday night. If we are at home we make pizza and if we are out, we go somewhere for pizza. We have put everything on pizza from spaghetti to mac & cheese and billions of other things! We have had this tradition going for 25 years and have only skipped it the couple of times tht Christmas fell on a Friday.
A few years back during mine and my siblings spring break, we got pizza from a different place every single day once my dad got home. We still talk about it now and it's one of my best spring break memories. So simple, yet so much fun.
the best pizza I've had has been while on vacation, once as a teenager and once a few years ago, I have not been able to recreate them but I'll never forget them
There used to be this pizza joint close to where I grew up that had the best sausage pizzas ever! Sadly it was a mom & pop shop that went under when all the chains moved in, I've never had a sausage pizza as good as the ones they made.
My sister loves pineapple on her pizza and one day while making homemade pizza she added about two handfuls of fresh cut pineapple. The entire pizza was ruined as it soaked through all the ingredients and the crust was too watery to bake.
The first time I ever ate pizza it was cracker thin and I assumed all pizzas were created equally. Apparently not as it's rare to find a very thin crust pizza.
My most vivid pizza memory takes place over 40 years ago, the first time I came to the US as a graduate school student from Sweden. One evening I went to dinner with friends, they suggested a pizza place. Having had pizza many times in Sweden I was highly agreeable to the idea of pizza. Imagine my surprise when I saw people picking up their pizza and eating it with their hands! You see in Sweden pizza is individual size and you always use a knife and fork to eat pizza. Needless to say I quickly adapted to the US custom of eating pizza with your hands!
One of my earliest pizza memories is making homemade pizza at the age of 7. Of course it wasn't completely homemade, my mom bought me a pizza kit, I believe Chef Boy Ardee? I had a lot of fun with those boxed pizza mixes, adding ingredients to the top of the pizza and to the crust as well.
I have a couple of favorite pizza memories. The first one is from when there was a pizza party for one of the soccer teams I was on at the end of the season. I had such a good time at that pizza party. I also remember when I was younger me and some of my family members would go to Pizza Hut a lot. We had such a good time eating at Pizza Hut together back in the day.
I grew up in Bosnia and had the best pizzeria few blocks away. As kids, we would save money (change), and after we has enugh we would all go and buy us a big pizza, and since there were so many kids, pizza wasn't that big for all of us, we learned how to share.
When I was growing up, we lived 13 miles form the nearest take out pizza parlor. So, my birthday was the only time I got a "real" pizza. That once a year treat is still one of my favorite birthday memories. I didn't know until years later that my best friend hated pepperoni pizza, but once a year she ate it for me because she knew how much of a treat it was.
my most vivid memory is when my husband and I were dating. We ordered a take out pizza and when we went to pick it up on the take out tray was a dead fly. My fiance asked it that was extra. Sounds dumb now, but at the time it was funny to me.
Our son Jay went out to get pizzas for us while we were vacationing in Florida. He came back with six large pizzas thus each one of us had a half pizza each. We were stuffed.
When I was around 5 yrs old, my mom helped my make one for our family of 7. Boy did that make a memory. They are still reminding me of it. I was so proud.
My boyfriend at the time, now husband, wanted to get in on the good side of my autistic son by bringing him a slice of pizza the first time he met him. I forgot to inform him that my son had to have a perfect slice of pizza because of his OCD disorder. The slice immediately was tossed in the garbage via my son because he noticed a bubble in it, to my boyfriend's redfaced shock. After getting over his shock, my boyfriend sat down with my son and told him it was o.k. if he didn't want the slice but next time he should offer it to someone else first. My son's favorite food besides hamburgers is still pizza and to this day he's selective of his slices, but from that moment on he offered the undesired slices to others if he didn't want it.
I used to love making pizza dough with my mom when I was young. She would let us watch her take the dough out of the bread maker. I got to smear the flour onto the counter to prevent the dough from sticking and then make shapes with the extra dough! Little caterpillars were my favorite shape to create. Then, she would spread the sauce and shred the cheese. My little sister and I would wait anxiously at the counter while she did so to get a little sliver of fresh cheese. We could then trot away happily while the pizza baked!
I was so excited when I spent a ton of money on a new stove. I mean, how often do you get one? I figured I would get the best. When it was delivered I realized it actually has a pizza setting. How cool is that?
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.
My father always made pizza for us with store bought dough that he would stretch and twirl. The mozzerella was usually purchased in a 5 lb. block and he would put it through the electric slicer and freeze it for future use. Everyone loved Dad's pizza, and now I carry on the tradition of making it at our house, but instead of slices, I use the shredded cheese.
I always had so much fun making pizza with my mom when I was little! We always used Ham and Pineapple, and it was to die for! Now I make pizza with my daughter two times a month, and she has just as much fun as I did!
Making homemade pizza pie with my mother-in-law. It was so fun and always tasted sooo good. I miss her and wish she was still here to make pizza pie with.
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My biggest memory is probably the first time the girls made their own. We had a bear head, a Mickey Mouse head, a heart and ??? but Dev was under two and soooooooo proud of it.
I can't really think of a big pizza memory. I just know that my family loves pizza. It's my dh's and dd's favorite food. My dh loves to eat it while watching football.
I remember having birthday pizza at Shakey's. There was a roller piano in the corner..old style. You could watch the guys flip the pizza dough around in the air. I loved it there. The pizza was always the best. The Albany, OR one shut down and no more Shakey's for me. BUT thanks to this contest I decided to look them up and WOW they have them in Seattle! I am heading there soon!!!!!!
My most vivid pizza memory is when I was about 13 and went downtown with some of my girlfriends to go to the movies. We were wandering around thru the 5&10Cent Store and they were selling pizza at their lunch counter. None of us had ever seen pizza before, so we each ordered a piece. It tasted so good, but when we walked out of the store, mine immediately "came back up" and I threw up in a trash container on the street. It's amazing that pizza became my favorite food. (Probably after I got to try it in a real restaurant.)
Originally from Chicago, home of the famous deep-dish pizza! After college, I moved to New York City with dreams of becoming a successful playwright! While harnishing my writing talents at night (for some reason, I tend to be more creative at night), I turned my small studio apartment in Greenwich Village into a small pizzeria during the day; specializing in homemade Chicago-styled deep-dish pizza! My apartment became a haven for NYU students, writers, poets, artists and musicians who couldn't get enough of my deep-dish pizza! But now - looking back, my apartment was a place where art, prose & music was created and lifelong friendships was formed!
I want to tell you my worst pizza memory!! When we were kids my sister and I used to beg for pizza constantly!!! --my parents would roll their eyes and say not pizza again! When I was 16 I had my jaw operated on and had to have my jaw wired shut for 6 weeks---no solid food---my stomach wanted food!!! One night when I was especially low my parents---(former parents) ---ordered pizza---I cried myself to sleep! My best pizza was the first meal I had once my jaw was unwired---it brought me back to life.
Whne I was six we went to my local favorite pizza place one night, I remeber thinking that one of my slices really..crunchy. After we were through with dinner, my mom looked over at me & gasped...I was missing a front tooth! I had eaten it! I was so freaked out..not to mention worried because I thought the oothe fairy would not visit. Luckily, I was explained about the "loophole" where I could just leave a letter explaining what happened under my pillow. :)
My best pizza memory was the night I met my husband 13 years ago. My husband had just been kicked out of his house and I came to stay with his cousin. I was spending the night with her for the first time and only time. I didn't like her very much but she was the only way to get out of the house so I stayed with her anyway. When I met my husband he was very distraught and didn't even look at me. I decided that I would focus on making him feel better even though I didn't know him. I offered to take him out for pizza to take his mind off of his situation. We ended up eating pizza and talking all night. We never slept. We have been inseparable ever since. He was my first boyfriend and not 13 years later, we have three kids and are very happy. I will never forget those pizzas! :)
My fav memory of pizza was on a trip out west to visit relatives as a child. They took us out to a pizza parlor and I had my 1st taste ever of pizza and was hooked. Still remember the root beer too
every sunday night our gang used to get together with beers and pizza's and watch the game, i miss those days, good times... but they're over now, everyone has too many responsibilities now..
A couple of years after we were married, I "kidnapped" my husband on our anniversary. My brother-in-law went to the hotel room ahead of us and put rose petals on the bed, and a rose, put wine in the bucket to chill, and turned the radio on to romantic music. I had a suitcase packed for the weekend. We decided to pick up a Shoney's strawberry pie (rare for us). By the time we got to the hotel, nothing was really open (nearby ) to eat except pizza. We will never forget it - it was about 20 years ago. We probably will never again have pizza, wine, and strawberry pie together for a meal, lol. lanemarinab@aol.com
When I was growing up, money was tight & we didn't get to eat out often. I would beg to go to a pizza restaurant, but my mother would buy frozen pizzas, probably for about 50 cents back then. I think she sometimes added a little extra cheese. I remember being so excited when I got to go to Shakey's Pizza for someone's birthday party. That was a real treat. And the first time I saw "Star Wars" I was with my uncle and his family and we went for pizza at Pizza Hut on the way, making the whole day even more exciting and fun. And then there was this time when hubby and I were in a tough financial situation and had NO money, and he looked down walking across the parking lot at Wal-mart in the middle of the night and his eye caught something that turned out to be a $20 bill rolled up tightly. No one was around. He said, "We should put this towards bills, but let's go to the Pizza Hut buffet." It was a really special treat during a bad time. As you can tell, I have a LOT of pizza memories.
My most deepest pizza memory is when I bought a slice of pizza on Jamaica Ave. Queens, New York (circa) 1969, after a hard day of class (High School) was busy talking to my girl friends, did not notice that the slice was too hot, burnt my tongue badly, took about two weeks for the pain to subside and to be able to taste food again. After that experience, eating pizza has never been the same!!
My most vivid memory of pizza is when I just ate a slice right now before I typed this sentence. Man that is some good pizza. This message brought to you by Domino's Pizza.
when I was about 8 we were in Los Angeles and picked up a cheese pizza from our fav place to take hack home to Long Beach, This was a special treat having their pizzas, so good. I was alone in the back oof the car , with the pizza for the 30 mile ride home and somewhere along that drive .I ate the whole thing. Ate it so quietly that my mother who was driving never even heard a sound. Loved their pizzas
It would have to be the first time my mom taught me and my sister to make her famous homemade pizza with her - it was such a nice bonding experience, and it set up a family tradition of Pizza Fridays, so I'll always cherish that memory!
My dad used to bring my sister and I pizza after his bowling league. It was usually Little Caesar's, back when they had pizza, pizza and a REALLY long box. As he tried to carry this ungainly box 1 handed and open the door, one pizza slip on top of the other, and we had a double decker pizza. We were kids and didn't care.
This is our 35th year of marriage and from the very 1st year my homemade pizzas have been a favorite of my husband and family! Thanks! senekers@comcast.net
My favorite memory was before there was delivery I would go with my dad to pick up pizza. I would love going in the winter because I would hold the pizza on my lap on the ride home and it would be so warm. I know it is silly but I was so happy in that moment.
My favorite memory is of putting the pizza on the kitchen table, going out to call the kids in from playing outside, coming back in and finding our beagle on top of the table stuffing her face and belly -- which about twice it's usual size! Needless to day, we didn't get to eat pizza that day.
While in college, my dorm floor decided to break the pizza eating record of the dorm. We ordered a ton of pizzas with all the money we had. It was a night of pizza heaven. The smells of the pizza filled the dorm along with the laughter. Every time I have pizza with my own family, I think of this.
We would make our own mini-pizzas using biscuits flattened out as the crusts. It was fun for the kids to make their own individual pizza, "decorated" with their own choices of toppings.
On Vacation, in a hotel in Philadelphia, I told my son earlier that day we'd order from whatever pizzaria advertised on the key to the hotel that evening upon checkin. Well it was Papa John's and with a regular cheese and pepperoni we ordered one I'd never try if not on vacation, it had BBQ sauce and chicken with pineapple. Best darned pizza any of us had ever tasted!
My dad took our family out for pizza every Friday night from birth until we left home. Even if you go to visit my dad now, he still goes out for pizza every single Friday night. It is a tradition in our family.
i don't really have a tale other than the best pizza i've ever had, i've eaten pizza in a lot of places is here in my hometown, at a local pizza joint
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May sound silly, but my first and best pizza memory was when I first tried pizza. My Mom bought a frozen one for us kids and it was the best thing I had ever tasted! We grew up in a house with meat and potatos, no frozen items etc. So what possessed my Mom to buy this for us kids is still a mystery, but I fell in love with pizza on that day!
Where I grew up there was a pizza place a block from our house. It was great when I had enough money in my pocket to go buy myself a slice! I can still taste and smell that particular pizza, nothing else is quite like it.
When I was growing up, by the time all of the kids were in their teens, my mom had tired of fixing the big Christmas dinner, so we abandoned that tradition and started another. Every Christmas day, we would open our gifts, eat pizza and go bowling!
we accidentally let the frozen pizza thaw to muc, so once we put it in it sagged and got caught in the grates. It was funny to see when the timer went off and we had to bull it out and cut it off.
I never knew that a pizza could be so good until I went to my Italian friend's house for pizza and wine and she made the most incredible pizza with her homemade dough, all I can say is wow!
My best Pizza memory would have to be New Years Eve of 2001, We had some friends over to help celebrate the holiday and we did a little drinking, My husband had done allot..lol Well my husband was sitting on the floor and the pizza was on the coffee table and he went to get up and didn't realize how much he had been drinking and he ended up falling face first into the pizza, He had cheese and peperoni stuck all over his face, You had to be there. He wasn't hurt, Infact he wasn't feeling a thing..lol
I remember while in a youth group, our lead counselor would take all of the youth counselors out to a different pizza parlor after our meetings. We'd decide which place had the best pizza.
My favortie pizza memory is from growing up. We used to have our birthday parties at the local pizza place. Everyone in town had them at the same place. They used to set up games and put candles on the pizza. It was so much fun.
My fave pizza memory was when my husband and I first got married he made me a "Pizza Cake" on our wedding night since we didn't have a real wedding cake.
During the winter of 1991 we had this horrible ice storm. We lost power everywhere in our town. People who had generators were using them for power, and you could see electrical cords crossing the snowy icy streets trying to share power with neighbors. People were cold, sick, hungry, weary, just beaten down from the toll the storm had taken on us all. It was 2 weeks before we started to see power return to some families, others waited for as long as 6 weeks, I kid you not! One evening as we were snuggling up together as a family trying to keep warm in front of our wood burning fireplace, we heard a knock on the door. A neighbor had driven to a town an hour away to pick up a few groceries for friends & family. He had also purchased a dozen large pizzas to bring to neighbors. He proudly presented us with one of the pizzas! You'd have thought he'd have given us gold, we just lit up, so happy and excited at his generosity! It was the best cold pizza I've ever had!
The first time I had pizza was in Roseburg, OR and I can't remember the name of the place but I was really impressed by all the cheese on a piece of dough.
I used to think of my best friends gramma as my own. When I was a teen Christmas was comming up and I aske her one day what she would like. SHe said one thing I have always wanted was a Pizza pan so I can make my own pizza. So for Christmas I bought her the pan and all the fixings to make a pizza. A few weeks later I went to visit and asked her if she had made one. She replied that in fact she had and decided from then on she would order hers. I ask why and she said she made the crust and then when she was puting it on the pan she got the notion to throw it up in the air like the guys at the resturants. Apparently She needed more pratice because she missed catching it and it fell to the floor but not before hitting the cat who was having a drink beside gramma. We laughed about this for years.
My best pizza memory is when I was living in the West African nation of Mauritania working as a health educator. Cheese is not available in Mauritania anywhere but the capital and we had no means of bringing cheese back to our site. My fondest pizza memory is when my friends and I made our own pizza with homemade crust and tomato sauce with spices sent from home, and a can of "Easy Cheese" also from a care package sent by my family, it didn't look pretty but in that moment it was the best pizza we had ever tasted!
First time I had a pizza I was about 10 or 11. Friends of my parents brought over a "Pizza Pie" as they were called then. I wasn't overly fond of it at first but quickly grew to love it.
My son took two slices of pizza on a plate , sat on the couch and put the plate on the coffee table. He took two bites and then went into another room for a minute. The dog came over and ate the pizza. My son returned and wondered if he had eaten the pizza.
Being with all my high school girlfriends at Pizza Hut, enjoying a huge pitcher of Pepsi, and eating a limited time taco pizza. What happened to that thing? It was incredible!
I wouldn't eat pizza when I was younger because I thought that it was ugly! I can remember the first time t I ate pizza was when I was about 14 and at a slumber party. I really thought that I wouldn't like it but fell in love with it and ate 2 pieces. I also then learned to try different foods no matter what it looked like.
Growing up on the Jersey Shore, my memories of getting a slice on the boardwalk. They had large slices of very thin pizza with just the right balancing of sauce and cheese. Even with all of my traveling, I think the best pizza of all was that definitely nongourmet shore pizza.
My best memory of pizza is that of my three year old son when we went out for pizza. He saw another boy walking towards us who had pizza sauce all over his face and said, "Hey! Pizza face!" I don't know why, but I struggled to keep my laughter in.
My best Pizza memory is going to the old local pizza shack after the races. It didn't matter if we won or stunk; we always had an awesome time afterwords- eating pizza and drinking beer!
My best pizza memory is making homemade, mini pizzas with my husband's whole family while we were still dating. It was a great way to get to meet everyone and how can you take anyone seriously when you've got dough and sauce all over your hands! It was a great memory in our courtship!
I'll never forget my trip to Scotland in 2004. I went with my best girlfriends to visit her fiance during Hogmanay (their New Years Celebration.) I was fortunate enough to find a kindred spirit in a girl from Hungary named Johanna, a friend of a friend. We had the best time touring the city of Edinburgh while the others slept off the night before. We walked the old city streets for hours taking in the sites of the city. One of the few drawbacks of the city was the lack of traditional food fare. But then, just as we rounded the corner we spotted it, shining the the Holy Grail....it was a Pizza Hut sign. Of course their Pizza was a little different from what I was used to. We shared a Margerita pizza and it couldn't have been more heavenly. I'll never forget my trip to Scotland and eating an American pizza, in a Scottish Pizza Hut, with a girl from Hungary!
I remember when the 1st pizza parlor came to our small town in California, in the '50's. But, we were a poor family and never went there. My first incounter with pizza was in the early '60's I was in the Navy in Bremerton, WA. With some of my shipmates, I hung out at a pizza parlor and ate left over pizza left on the tables. We liked it better than going to the soup and sandwich kitchens at the missions, where we had to do prayers for so long before we got to eat.
I like a pizza that is served at a local restaurant. It is called "garbage pizza." It has everything on it: olives, tomatoes, pepperoni, onions, peppers, sausage cheese, tomatoes. It is awesome.
My best pizza memory is when I was pregnant years ago. We lived in the Northeast at the time and, I have to say that food there is the best. My husband & I ordered a pizza & I actually ate more than half of it! I gained a lot of weight while I was pregnant - my appetitie was insatiable. And that pizza tasted sooo good.
My favorite pizza memory is from junior high school. I was allowed to have a slumber party and we made pizza. It wasn't pretty! I am not sure we followed the directions but we thought it was great to actually make pizza. I think we used a boxed mix. The sauce was thin and without much meat in it and the cheese was kinda dry. The crust came out really hard, it took a steak knife to cut through the edges. But hey, we were cool, we made our our pizza.
My best pizzia memory was just Sunday when my sweetie and I went on our Sunday golf date (even at 67 and 71 years of age we still have our dates) and we were running late for breakfast and as a golfer trying to get on that tee on time, we thought why not take the pizzia from late night. It was delicious cold and fun to ride around with our golf cart and eat pizzia. Never to cold or late to eat pizzia that is my new motto.
My favorite pizza memory is when my husband and I made our first pizza from scratch. We were so excited to make our pizza that we put too many toppings on it and the middle never cooked fully, so it was a very juicy, but delicious mess!
I'll never forget! My youngest brother was getting married and my niece (whom I hadn't met until this event) was eating pizza the night before the wedding. The whole family was there catching up and she was just swaying from side to side as she ate her pizza. She was so happy just to eat her favorite food. It was adorable!
When I was growing up in Northwestern Connecticut, pizza was a thing divine, a special treat. There were no local pizzarias on the corner. There were no corners! But there was Richie's. A simple wood frame restaurant at the edge of the lake where we swam every summer day. Every now and then, when we were water-logged and tousled after a day at the beach, our uncle would say "Let's go to Richie's!" Once there, we would sit in the wooden boothes while the smell of our very own particular pizza tantalized us. Richie, an old Italian man who spoke little English, made pies to special order. There was no such thing as a slice waiting on a counter. The prize of his excellent pizza was won by the agonizing wait as the delicious smells filled the little restaurant. But there has never been a pizza like Richie's.
when we were kids, my late brother and I used to save our money - pennies, nickels, dimes - until we could afford a pizza from Pizza Palace. Their pizza was out of this world, with the most amazing oily tang that lingered on the cheese and just made you go bonkers. Only problem was my Dad never wanted us to order pizza, preferring a good home cooked meal. One night when we were about 15 and 13, our parents went out to the movies. We stealthily called Pizza Palace and ordered a large pie and some veal parm subs. Just before the delivery guy came, my parents returned home unexpectedly, the movie having sold out..what do we do now???? We freaked, but hatched a plan. He distracted them in the other room, while I snuck outside to meet the delivery man! Transaction done, I stashed the boxed behind a bush. We waited and waited, and when they went upstairs, we ran out and stuffed ourselves with lukewarm pizza and subs. We threw the evidence down the sewer...Mission Accomplished!!
When I grew up in a somewhat poor family, we did not eat a luxury like pizza. On my 12th birthday, we visited my aunt in Winston Salem, NC and she took me to Shakey's Pizza for my bd. I got to watch them make the dough and it was amazing to me. I was hooked on pizza from that moment on. We still couldn't afford it, so we made homemade pizzas. To this day I love homemade pizza and we have it every few weeks. BUt that 12th birthday was my best pizza moment ever.
I remember the 1st time I had Papa Gino's pizza up in New England. I was in 1st grade and was invited to go for pizza with my best friend's family. I was in awe of the small jukeboxes they had at every table and my friend & I were both allowed to pick out a song to play on the jukebox. Then the pizza came...hot, cheesy, crispy yet chewy crust and just delicious!!
The first pizza I remember was from Shakey's Pizza. Shakey was a local resident & businessman in our area. His pizza parlors were always fun & a great place for families. I remember his signature thin pizza crust. I always look forward to having leftover pizza to take home so I can have that breakfast slice of pizza in the morning for breakfast.
When I was in junior high, a teacher of mine put up night out at a pizza place as a reward for the best students...I worked really hard and I ended up being one of those students and it was something I will never forget! I was very poor at that time in my life and I had never been out for pizza so it was extra special :D I was very surprised that someone would go out of their way like that and spend their own money on their students. Thank you Mrs. Stover, awesome!!
I was in Rome, Italy with my dad. We decided to get some pizza from a street vendor. It smelled delicious. However, much to my chagrine, mine was covered with mold!!! The pizza was a loss, but being with my dad waiting for the Pope to make his appearance, was a wonderful experience.
I was born a few days late. Before the fact, my mom, who had hear tales of a pizza restaurant that made pizzas that caused women to go into labor. She ate there and went into labor almost immediately. Yes, I was a pizza baby. I'd say it explains a lot, but really, it only explains why I like pizza so much...
God Bless You, Sharon. I am so glad you shared that treasured memory.
My favorite pizza memory has to be the present......Saturday nights my hubby makes Chicago deep dish pizza dough and I prep everything-lay out sausage,pepperoni, mushrooms, red onions and green pepper. I make the sauce and grate fresh Parmesan, slice fresh mozzarella and chop fresh basil. He assembles it all together into the best pizza I have ever tasted, including in Chicago, where I grew up. I love that we do it as a team! Our dream is to open a sports bar/restaurant.
My favorite memory is making pizza with my daughter. We made the crust from a mix, but we sliced and diced all kinds of veggies and grated cheese. We made our our sauce too. It must have been a 16-18 inch pizza. We baked it and when it was done, we declared it a masterpiece! We even took a photo of our masterpiece, which I still have. My daughter passed from breast cancer at age 28 and I will always remember us making pizza together.
Every Friday night my ex and I had "Pizza Night", in which we would make our own pizza while sipping wine. There was just something so romantic about slaving away together and then devouring our creation...and eventually each other!
lordy NYC pizza is the best!! I remember on the flights to Boston from La Guardia seeing people carrying boxes and boxes of pizza to bring to their dorm rooms from home!!
When I was a child, I took a road trip with my Dad. We stopped at a restaurant and each ordered a large pizza. The waitress gave us a funny look and asked us if we were sure we wanted large. We both loved pizza, so of course we said "yes". Turns out their large pizza was probably 18'" across and ended up feeding us for dinner, breakfast, and lunch , the next day. In fact, I got sick of it, and my Dad ended up finishing it off.
I relive my best pizza memory every time my husband and I make pizza together. He makes the crust, and top them. It is the best pizza I have ever had. Best of all we are together, and have alot of fun.
I was running into a vacation house in the rain with hot pizza's in hand. My Dad said "be careful" but I tripped and landed with a knee in the very hot pizza, there was a box but it was hot! I think we still ate it!
My favorite memory was going out as a high school student and acting all grown up at the pizzaria. I'd try to take the center piece and I'd get yelled at. Pizza never tasted better.
white garlic pizza-just tried it the first time this year. We are hooked but I am still working on perfecting the recipe to taste as good as the one we ate while traveling
When my husband and I were first dating, we would go to a small town pizza shop alot to eat. They always knew our order and would immediately bring out our drinks with frosty mugs and would start on our order without having to ask. It was a really nice feeling. We still talk about it.
OMG- my best pizza memory is when I tried Chicago deep dish when we were vacationing there. It is unlike anything else you will ever have. The crust is like pastry-OMG. We just sat there in the hotel room grinning at each other because it was so delicious. We wanted to swing by and get one last slice for the road and were crushed when we found out that they onle sold whole pies and we didn't have time to wait before we went to the airport. It is worth flying to the beautiful city just for its pizza.
One time when ordering a pizza, I decided I wanted to know what anchovies tasted like. I asked the pizza place to put one anchovy on just so I could taste it. When the pizza was done, I couldn't find the anchovy So I started eating and forgot all about it. Then I found the anchovy, Yuck!
My best pizza memory was the first day I went to Mellow Mushroom pizza in downtown Atlanta,Ga. The pizza there is wonderful and made with spring water dough and the toppings are great to.
My Mom was from Italy and made the best pizza ever...One day when I was a kid I had stayed out at a friends house past dinnertime and it was pizza that night! I was in trouble! My Mom and Dad would usually make us eat leftovers from another night if this would happen. Well..thank goodness he decided that this time I could have the pizza, but I had to have it in the garage sitting with my dog. I thought...NO PROBLEM! I was not happy about being late, but at least I still had pizza for dinner!
I had never eaten a pizza until I was twelve years old if you can imagine that! The exotic dish was served at a classmate's party made from a kit. I was so taken with it, I had my mom buy it (seventy five cents) and made them all the time afterwards. The kit contained a flour mixture, red sauce, parmesan cheese. I thought it was really delicous.
I am 62 yrs old and have been eating pizza along time. This year I decide to try a new variety -- Greek Pizza. It is now my favorite and I am a Slovak!
Oh, my first job ever was waiting tables at a pizza parlor around the corner from my house on Long Island....best pizza ever. I worked as a manager for Pizza Hut for many years too....so I've been around pizza for a lot of my life. I have many laughs and even tears around pizza making.
My best pizza memory is when my boyfriend took me to our favorite restaurant, and over a thick crust Chicago pizza with pepperoni and hot italian sausage, he proposed!
One of my favorite pizza memories was eating pizza with friends on a tour of Europe with my college choir. We were in Vienna, and ordered pepperoni pizza. Imagine our surprise when instead of what we call pepperoni, it came with banana peppers! We ate it and enjoyed it anyway!
I was vacationing in San Francisco and had just finished a long bike ride from the Bay over the Golden Gate Bridge to Sausalito. The ride was amazing yet difficult because of all of the hills. Also, I had failed to eat anything for breakfast (what was I thinking?!?!?). By the time I made it into Sausalito, I was STARVING! I found a very small eatery that served the most amazing pizza slices I'd ever had in my life! I will always remember the exhilarating, bucket list bike ride and sitting in the sun next to the ocean eating my steamy, cheesy, spicy pizza slice. Definitely a top-10 day!
We were able to choose our birthday meals and my sister chose homemade pizza. Mama's homemade pizza was divine (she made the dough and everything!) and it was a HUGE pizza. My sister who was quite young had, I think three pieces. I can still remember the look on her face when I looked up from my plate and looked across the table, my sister's face was stuffed. She could not eat another bite, but she tried not to let it show - but I knew! :)
As a girl growing up in Queens, NY we often went to the local pizzeria. We would get a slice and a Coke for about $1.00. There was a large jar of hot peppers on the counter, and the owner would give a free slice of pizza to any one who could eat a whole hot pepper. Several times, being low on babysitting cash, my friends and I would take the dare. After much squealing and laughing, we would enjoy that slice as our reward...thin crust, plenty of cheese, and just the right amount of sauce! There's nothing in the world quite like a slice of New York pizza!
My favorite pizza memories were when we went to our local pizza place and the smell of yeast-y deliciious pizza dough filled my senses. These days, the chain pizza places use cehaper ingerdiates and you can taste the difference. I'm glad to see Fleishcmann’s has developed a pizza crust yeast. I've looked for it in my local store and I plan to try it.
When we were first married and money was SSOOOO tight , Our big indulgence was a pizza from Allegretti's pizza in Milwaukee , so on pay day (every 2 weeks) we would order the best pizza i have ever eaten , sadly they went out business years ago ,but every once in awhile we will go past a pizza place and smell that old familiar scent ,and try another pizzeria in a quest to recreate that special pizza .......and the quest continues
I remember as a lillte girl, my parents packing all of us into the WV van and taking us to the drive in movies. The best part was the pizza we would order at the concession stand and take back to the car and eat during the movie. The gooey cheese that dripped all over my mother's car. We loved it and didn't even mind cleaning it up the next day. That is my favorite pizza memory.
I just can't get over this picture!!! Thanks so much for representing real Americans. As for the pizza, my fav pizza memory is when my dad would work sixteen hour days, and wouldn't get home until us kids were already in bed. My sisters and I would take turns on who would stay up those nights for "a glass of water" because we knew he was going to come home with yummy pizza. I remember sitting on his lap sharing pizza with him, and watching the late news.
We've had pizza in many different countries, including fabulous ones in Italy. But one surprising memory was on a trip with my in-laws -- we visited Germany, Austria and Italy. The best pizza of the trip was a thin, crispy one we had in Landshut, Germany. yum.
I have many favorite memories relating to pizza, but I think the best comes from the 6 weeks I spent in Italy as a student. Nowhere have I had better pizza. The night I arrived, our professor took us to a little pizza shop in Naples where I first tried eating an entire Neapolitan pizza by myself with a knife in fork. It took me a few more pizzas, but by the time I left, I could easily eat an entire on my own. We thought about making t-shirts for everyone who successfully conquered and consumed an entire pizza! My favorite was always the Magherita.
My favorite pizza memories were in college and my roommates and college friends would get together and order pizza and get movies from blockbuster. Those were the days.
When I was 16 years old, I worked, part-time, at Larry's Pizza in Chesterton, Indiana. I got paid 75 cents an hour! For that I waited tables, washed all the dishes, did all the short order cooking, and took all the phone calls. The only think I didn't do was make the pizza! But oh, that pizza was so good. My memories of eating sausage/mushroom pizza with a tall glass of (whole) milk can still make my mouth water. Now, I make assembly line pizzas, on a pizza stone at home for my family when they come to visit. Sometimes as many as 10 in one session. We LOVE pizza, and when I (Grandma) go to visit, the grandchildren and I make pizza at their homes!
My Favorite Pizza memories were in the 70's when our girl scout troop went 2 Shakey's pizza in Southern California were I was raised, that pizza was the best
My memory of great pizza ( which by the way I have never really liked it!!!) was in Capri, Italy.......We were lounging at a hilltop resort, overlooking the beautiful sea.....when asked if we would like to order something with our wine.....We decided to share a pizza....( we kept hearing about buratta mozzarella....from the Creamy Mountains of Naples) So we ordered a simple tomato and cheese pizza.....Well, we certainly found out what everyone was talking about!!!! The Creamy Mountains of Naples are the best!!!!!
My favorite pizza memory is last year when my boyfriend and I were still early in our relationship. He was coming to my house for dinner and we decided it would be fun to make pizzas together and then go out for some live music at one of the local bars. Well between me insisting on making the pizza crust from scratch and us constantly stopping because we were so into a conversation topic (or just kissing) it was pretty late when we finally ate. We didn't make it out to listen to music that night but neither of us missed it because we were our own entertainment. So pizza (especially homemade) has a very special meaning to us.
My earliest memory of pizza is rich because of the family love that went into it, not because of the quality of the pizza itself. Growing up, we got to help make Chef Boy-Ar-Dee pizza every Friday night. It was such a treat!!!!
I was moving in to the dorms before my second year of college, and it had been raining all day. Plus, my roommates and I were on the fifth floor of a building with no air conditioning. We finally lugged all our stuff up there - braving the rain, heat, and innumerable stairs. To celebrate, we went to a pizza place about ten feet by ten feet... The tomato & basil was simply amazing. God, I love pizza!
I was on a diet once and was also working on a local community theater production. We broke for lunch one day, and they ordered pizza. I felt sooooo decadent. I cheated and loved the pizza.
At college, one of the pizza places charged the same for one topping, or every topping!! We'd joke about the man with big hands, because sometimes there was a lot more 'everything' than other times!! Their pizza was the best!
My brother and I would spend 2 weeks every summer with our grandparents in upstate NY. There is a place up there called Nerchi's that serves great sheet pizza. Every time we visit and eat there it makes me think of my summers as a child.
LIVING IN CHICAGO AND NOT REALIZING WE HAD THE BEST PIZZAS IN THE WORLD. I'VE YET TO FIND ANY OTHER CITY THAN CAN MATCH CHICAGO FOR A GOOD VARIETY OF GREAT PIZZAS
My most vivid memory of pizza is from when I was a little kid and my family would order a pizza after it was my bedtime and my Dad would bring me a couple of slices in my bedroom.
I remember when I was pregnant with my second child I had cravings for pizza and the fun that my 7 year old daughter and I had making homemade pizza. It will be memories I will cherish.
This shows what a geeky child I was but still... Often on Friday nights my parents would take my sister and me out for pizza. This was when we were in elementary school. It seemed like it took forever for the pizza to arrive after we ordered. I actually liked that though. We had plenty of time to talk to my parents about what happened at school that week. I had the whole weekend to look forward to. The place we went had paper place mats with word puzzles on one side and a map of The United States on the other side. I would sit there and write in all the state names and the capitol cities. I told you I was a geeky kid. It was a really special family time for me and one I'll probably never be able to recreate with my own children. I was always tired but happy. I'd eat my fill of thin crust pizza, drink a soda, and then head home where I would try to stay awake for Fantasy Island (even though I thought it was too scary). On Friday nights everything was possible.
Band parties in college. I was in the marching band and after every home game we had a pizza party at a local pizza parlor. It was great just all of us from the marching band eating pizza, listening to music and NOT wearing uniforms or talking football! It helped that my first pizza party was about my first time to eat real - as in not made at home from a mix in a box - pizza. Woohoo!
My favorite pizza memory happened when I was 13. I was always a shy kid and a very picky eater. My mom as always said that I wouldn't even eat rice at a Chinese restaurant because I liked my rice with butter. Until I was 13 I only ate cheese pizza. I had no interest in eating any other toppings. Nope not me. My mother had enrolled me in a actting workshop to hopefully bring me out of my shell. I had a blast, but thing I remember most was the cast party at the end. They ordered pizza, There was no plain cheese pizza this time. Pepperoni pizzaa and supreme pizzas were all that were on the table. So I took a slice of the pepperoni pie. Knowing that the other kids were watching me, I took a big bite. I was so surprised how good it was. I really liked it and devoured two more pieces! I told my mother later and she nearly keeled over, She never thought I'd ever try something new. Pizza broke me out of my "picky eater shell". Who knew pizza could be theraputic? Yummy!
Pizza has always been a major part of our life. My younger brother and I would always eat pizza together while we were growing up. Our family jokes that he could literally eat pizza every day. I always think of my brother when I eat pizza.
Me and 31 other dormies ordering pizzas at 3:00 a.m. and sitting in our livingroom eating pizza and watching horror movies ALL NIGHT LONG. We sat around for two days and got sick of eating whatever was at the house, so we called the all-night pizza place (which did not deliver) and got one of their night workers to deliver the pizzas by promising him a date with one of the single girls - his choice.
Making really good pizza at home and impressing my kids has to top my list. After all, I eat the stuff once a week, and I am determined to eat the really good stuff..so I have standards. If I was able to hit a home run in that climate, I am thrilled
For me its cold leftover pizza, I think this habit must be from my college years, But I still love cold leftover
pizza. Sometimes my family can't belive that I eat it for breakfst but I just love pizza for breakfast.
I remember when I was a kid how my brothers and sisters and I would always beg our parents to order pizza. We would ask one parent, and if they said no, we would go and pester the other parent. Usually we would be able to convince one of them to get pizza (my parents didn't cook very often, usually Mac N Cheese). So we'd order pizza and just devour it...there was (and still is) nothing I loved more than pizza!
In the early nineties, my grandmother lived with a cat that behaved as though it were half-human. We had an old wicker high chair that we had since grown out of, but for the cat it was perfect. If we were eating pizza, she would jump up and wait to be served a slice, upon which she would join us (at eye level, for dinner). Best cat i've ever known!
Ahhh...Pizza, really my favorite food and I could literally eat it every day! My favorite memory was when the pizza was delivered, I had a Parrot at the time, and once the lid was open, she hopped off her perch and landed right in the middle of the pizza! Needless to say, she dug in like everyone else, her feet were full of cheese and she didn't like veggies!
My favorite pizza memory is growing up our family would order pizza every Friday night from the local pizza joint, and it was the best pizza in the world!! I loved it, and to this day, even though I am more than 1,000 miles away, I still believe they are the best pizza. MMM....I can almost taste it!!
Skating Rink Pizza - Ahhhh the memoires! the local skating rink was the ONLY hang out when I was a kid AND it was just about the only place to get fast food. Nothing like hanging on to the food counter waiting on that first slice a pizza - and chomping on it while trying to play Galaga at the same time! Not to metion that first kiss in the corner!
My daddy passed away on June 23, 2008, and my favorite pizza memories involve him. My parents lived about 45 minutes away from my husband and I, so I didn't get to see them as much as I liked. After my daughter was born I wanted to make sure that my parents got to see her a lot, so she and I would go spend 1 weekend a month at there house. We would go on Friday nights and come home on Saturdays. My daddy was not a really big pizza eater, but he knew that I loved it. Every weekend we were out there we ordered pizza every night. The first time my little girl had pizza was with my daddy. She was about 14 or 15 months old, and he gave her a bite of his pizza. She loved it, so he sat there feeding her bites of pizza until I made him stop because I didn't want her to get sick. Of course when I left the room he kept feeding her.
Back when I was a teenager after the high school football games we would all head on over to the local pizzeria (which we only had one at the time) and it was packed. EVERYONE from town was there, city counsel members, the mayor, our school principal, and most of the student body. He had the best slice of pizza-dripping grease, melted cheese and a great crust. It was a time of great memories when we knew everyone , so sad those days are gone. The litte old town of Brentwood isn't a town anymore -it grew up.
My girlfriend recently shared her family recipe for pizza. It is now a treasure to me. I remember sitting in her kitchen, chatting, while she very lovingly prepared the dough and made the "special sauce", saving a corner for someone's special topping. She kept apologizing for the simple lunch, but it was truly a gourmet treat for me. I don't think anyone had ever before made a pizza from scratch for me to enjoy. But, much more than the food, it was the "sisterhood" we shared in her kitchen, conversations much deeper than any day chit chat.
My fondest memory of Pizza was the day we ordered Domino's for a family get together. The weather was bad so we brought the dogs in. We didn't even think that they could reach the boxes. Next thing you know we hear a crash. We ran in and found 2 happy pizza faced dogs. We laughed until we cried.
I'm not a huge fan of melted cheese, but when my daughter was little, I took her to our local pizza place for pizza lunch. The pizza came and I immediately took the cheese off my slice, leaving a hunk of mozzarella on my plate. I proceeded to eat the remainder of my pizza (can it even be called pizza without the cheese??) Much to my surprise, my daughter reached over and grabbed the mozzarella from my plate and gobbled it up! She then continued to eat her pizza, but left over the crust, which is MY favorite part! It was at that point that I realized we were truly pizza compatible. To this day, I take off my cheese, give it to her, and she saves the crust for me! We both wind up happy!
Eating a piping hot slice of cheese pizza in Times Square on New Year's Eve (day) 2009. It was so cold out there, that pizza was a piece of warm heaven.
My favorite memory is when my sister and I were teenagers we would get our Mom to let us buy Chef Boyardee pizza mix. On Saturdays, after washing our hair to get ready for church the next day, we would mix up the dough and let it rise while we set our hair (and I mean set-roller sets back then-I am 51 now). After we put the pizza together to bake ,we dried our hair, under a hood dryer. So, by the time our hair was dry and combed, our pizza was hot and ready to eat. We looked ma-va-lous, eating our pizza and watching our favorite Saturday TV shows-American Bandstand and Soul Train. Great Memory!
Best pizza memory? 1985, every Tuesday night I shared pizza with the new guy I was dating. We would order a mushroom and onion pizza, with sausage on his half, and then go off to the local softball field where he would play and I would cheer. 24 years later I think of those days every time we share a pizza. Yep, still together, still eating pizza...
I remember getting great cheese slices with oregano and Sicilian slices at Tony's on Long Island, NY. I particulalry remember the narrow hallway leading up to the main part of the shop, the greasy marble-like counters, and the red trays. The pizza was delicious and classicly New York.
One of my favorite pictures is of our three year old (now 34) in the kitchen standing on his two step stool, helping his Dad make pizza, I couldn't decide where the most flour was on Josh, my husband, the kitchen floor, countertop or ceiling.
Meeting my friends on Friday nights for the movies and then we would walk over to the Pizza Hut that was across the street and eat and flirt..lol. We were only 16 or so. Lots of fun!
It was just getting popular as "family" food, in America, when I was in High School. Before that it had a "bad rep" because it was mostly sold in bars and taverns so that they could meet their food sales requirements for having State Liquor licenses ! ! !
I asked for PIZZA for my birthday dinner when I was 17 and got it despite the fact that my Dad was one of the local State Adult Parole and Probation Officers in Roseburg, Oregon. He had an open mind and we had a great dinner, much overdone since then.
My most memorable pizza memory is the pizza I DID'NT eat. After a date, we went out to eat at a pizza place and I had salad instead of pizza because I was on a diet.
When I was 11, I was hospitalized because I had a seizure. After 3 days and 21 (yes I counted) blood drawings later, I was released. The first place me and my mom went to was the Pizza Hut right down the street. I think I ate almost the whole pizza! It was my favorite, pepperoni. I will never forget that day.
When I was 20 I was diagnosed with celiac sprue, and had to give up my favorite food. 2 years ago, when I lived in Toronto, I was surprised by my fiancee with a gluten-free pizza night! Yep, you can order in pizza with a no wheat crust, oozing with cheese and tangy sauce, topped with my favorite-- mushrooms and onions. It felt like such an indulgence that I think I almost cried. PizzaPizza and PizzaNova's awareness of this auto-immune disease is really amazing, and I thank them for leaving nobody out of the pizza party!!
my best memory is having a childhood birthday party at a local pizza place. we ate sooo much pizza and had the best time, its my most vivid memory of pizza
Back in the day (maybe early 70's), we didn't go out to eat much, and in the midwest there was not a pizza place on every corner. However, my brother's Scout troop was going to Shakey's pizza (in a town about 40 miles away) and we got to go too! I loved the atmosphere and they had a thing called mojo potatoes (I think) that were just incredible. Started my love affair with pizza! Now we eat it a LOT and I love to make my own.
I prefer it the next day for breakfast!
When I was younger, in my party days. We ate a lot of pizza because it was cheap. I was also a bad housekeeper. One night I looked around my living room & said... "Pizza boxes are the chronicles of our lives."
I <3 , LOVE overly-melted mocrowaved left-over Pizza with Thousand Island Dressing! Yum! nooo! GROSS! lol but it's what I ate as a Teenager!
it seems that School Cafeteria pizza was always a big hit as well! although, on a recent Visit to have Lunch with my Son @ School, my Husband reported back, "School Pizza is just no what it used to be"! Ha!
My most vivid memory is actually the first time I ever had pizza. I had just entered nurses' training, and a couple of the girls in the dorm (who were from larger towns) ordered one for our room. This was more than 50 years ago, and the craze for pizza hadn't made it into really small towns yet, and that is where I had grown up. I was hooked from then on!
When I taught my 13 year old son how to make pizza dough (this was before this new Fleischman,s Pizza Yeast came out) he found a new talent , He made the best pizza I think we ,ve ever had, He made the pizzas in cast iron skillets with all the toppings anyone wanted- they came out with the most tasty crust. The family could,nt get enough of his pizza.
When we had sleepovers in jr. high, we always made our own pizza........I think it was Chef-boy-ar-dee that had a boxed pizza "kit" that was available at the grocery store. We always made a big mess and the result was probably not that great, but we loved baking it and eating it!
We grew up in the country and the only pizza we had was the kind that you made yourself out of a box kit. As time went by and new development grew they opened a shopping center near our home. In the center was Ricky's Pizza and we were so excited to go. The man could flip the pizza dough and not only that we discovered that what we thought we had been calling pizza (in a box) didn't even taste like pizza. Even today pizza is one of my favorite foods, hot or cold.
We used to go to a pizza place in Jacksonvill NC when I was little and we would sit and watch the guy hand toss the pizza. They were the best peporoni pizzas this side of heaven. And the best thing about going to visit my grandparents was getting the pizza.
A girlfriend and I went to "THE Local Pizza Joint" when we were teenagers. She had a habit of sitting on her leg/foot whenever she sat in a booth. We enjoyed our great pizza, had a fun time and when we went to leave she got up and fell flat on her face, as her foot had fallen asleep. Everyone laughed, including her. We still talk about it to this day...and laugh!
I never ate pizza until I was married over 50 yrs, ago. I watched my husband's cousin made he crust and toss in the air. I wondered what I was going to eat.
Actually that first pizza made me a lifetime pizza lover.
My mom was baking pizza in the pizza oven a couple months ago, and she did not realize that she had put the pizza in upside down (how do you not realize that?) Every time someone makes a pizza now, we tell them to make sure they bake it the right side up.
I remember one of the places my dad would take me for lunch when my mom was working (before I started grade school) was a pizza place. It seemed so grown up to me, since it wasn't fast food,. I love the smell of pizza cooking, too, and I think it goes back to those days with my dad.
My best pizza memory is sharing pizza with my dorm mates in college. My parents never ordered pizza when I was growing up. When I went to college we ordered pizza every Sunday night, and they got me to try all kinds of toppings I thought I would hate, like pineapple and mushrooms.
When I was 12 years old, I discovered girl's basketball. Up until that time, I only got to play at our neighborhood basketball court when my uncle, who was a few years older than me, and his friends didn't have enough players. He and his friends were just nice enough to me to keep me from quitting but not really nice at all. When I joined my school's girls basketball team I was in heaven. People who actually wanted to play with me and didn't think that being a girl was a bad thing. My team went to the championship after winning our local finals. Afterwards, my mom took my whole team to Shakey's Pizzaria and it was one of my best memories. It was my first time going to Shakey's and I will never forget what a perfect day it was. Every time I ride past where Shakey's used to be I remember having the best pizza and the best party of my life.
My anniversary this year in August had my husband taking me on a surprise dinner - Turned out he'd looked up all the 5 star rated New York style pizza joints in Los Angeles. He took me on a pizza tasting adventure to the top 3. Fantastic. Best of all, we bought the pies, not slices, and were able to have them "later" as a snack and in the morning for breakfast in bed. Whooo. Walked miles to take it off, but it was worth it!
Just having it - about seven years ago I developed an allergic reaction to cheese. Although we now eat cheese-less, double sauce pizza - it's not quite the same.
My husband and I planned a wonderful meal for our reception. Ironically, we found out that there is no time for the bride and groom to eat at the reception. Old friends and relatives kept coming up to us to wish us well and chat. It was wonderful to see everyone and of course we visited with them. At 11 p.m the last guest left the reception and my new husband and I took our growling stomachs to our hotel room. Alone at last! My husband then told me that he had asked the staff to send our two uneaten meals to our hotel room. After waiting an hour my husband called the hotel staff to locate our meals. The embarrassed hotel staff admitted that the meals had been delivered a couple of hours earlier - obviously to the wrong room! Since neither of us had eaten all day we ordered a pizza to be delivered. It was the best pizza we had ever had! In our nineteen years of marriage, we have enjoyed many pizzas. We still smile at the memory of our wedding pizza.
When I lived in NY, there was a pizza place on my way home that had the BEST pizza. I haven't lived there in 27 years, but I still remember their phone number - LOL.
On Friday nights (that was payday), my parents would take my sister & I to the local pizza parlor. They had video games and Dad would give us a roll of quarters to keep up busy while my parents drank a bottle of wine. I don't remember the pizza so much as the good family times and beating my sister at Pac-Man!
My best pizza memory were of the times that my Mom, my sister, and I would make homemade pizza on the weekends. It always tasted great and was always better than pizzeria pizza. It was fun cutting up the toppings and making the dough. The best times in life are often centered around the kitchen.
We used to make it for special occasions when i was growing up. My mother would get 3 kits and we would get all the ingrediants ready and go around the counter each with an ingrediant and put it on the 4 pizzas we made from the 3 boxes. With 6 kids we had to stretch it - but we had so much fun making and eating it!
My neighbor in the apartment across the hall in college worked at a Pizza Hut. He brought home a pizza several nights a week, with unusual combinations of toppings. We would eat pizza and come up with the next selection. My favorite to this day is a combination of spinach, onions, pineapple, and black olives. He had to take spinach with him to work for that one. I now make homemade pizza with these toppings for my family.
Making homemade pizza with my kids when they were younger. We made the dough from scratch, the sauce, and then we took tons of crazy toppings and baked it. We had so much fun making it and got a little sick from eating it! LOL
This is to funny. Yes, I remember fondly one of my pizza stories. My girlfriend and I were in middle school and we made one of the best pizzas that I have ever tasted todate. I wish we would have marketed it to the world. I can still taste that pizza. The cheese was perfectly melted, the sauce was just right and the crust was thin. It made me laught when I saw this article. It has been over 35 years ago that this took place and I still think about that pizza and that day.
WHen I was in college, my mom came up to visit me one weekend. I took her to a pizza buffet called Mr. Gatti's Pizza and Buffet in Denton, TX. My little sister came with her and a few of my college friends. We just talked and laughed and had a wonderful time together catching up etc. A very good memory.
The little league team my sons played on made it to the championship game. I arrived in my suit cheering enthusiastically. I heard we were losing and that the game was almost over. Disappointed, I clicked to the dugout and announced, “Free pizza after the game if you win.” Food is a boy’s first love, and believing the game was in the last innings, I had no worries that the team would make up a seven run deficit. One of the parents commented, “That was very generous, thank you.” I was happy they had another motivation to play hard. Then I confessed, “I just wanted to give them hope. I don’t see how they can comeback in one inning.” The parent laughed. “It’s only the third inning.” My boys are now in college and still recall the day when they played for pie and won. I kept my word and incurred a small debt of $250.00 after buying the team and their families plenty of pizza and soda to fill their champion sized hearts and bellies. Victory never tasted so good.
Years ago, when we were young and money was tight, we'd gone to Florida, with our 2 children, and our Nephew was there, too. We were hungry and the sign in the store across the street from our motel said "Best pizza In Town". So we bought some, and brought it back to our motel. It was the WORST Pizza ANY PLACE! But we got a good laugh out of it. May Schultz may041827@yahoo.com
My best memory of pizza is at Franks Pizza in Silvis, IL (My hometown area) and also Franks Pizza in Arlington Heights, IL. Both are very, very good. I used to work and the Silvis pizzera, that was my verty first job. It is always a packed house and people would wait and wait to be seated. It is still open and their pizza is really great. Everyone in the Quad Cities, IL area just loves it. They also have spagetti an meat balls. Loved Pizza Night.
As a child I had a friend and we would walk down to the local pizza parlor, order each a slice of cheese pizza, I did not like the cheese back then and would peel all of mine off and give it to my firend to eat, she would love that moment when the wad of gooey cheese was put down on her gresed soaked paper plate along side her slice of pizza and we would both dig in and enjoy eating together. We keep in touch still today and often laugh over those childhood days and the things we did and remember.
I was around 4 years old and each time my family would order pizza they wouldn't give me any, just pepperoni. I didn't complain. But then one night my sister told me I was gonna get to eat pizza finally. I was so excited and I couldn't wait for the delivery guy to arrive. Finally!
i worst memeory was when i was starving and the pizza looked so good, and i took a big bite, and burnt the whole top of my mouth, nothing tasted good for days
I remember having a slumber/birthday party for one of my daughters, where we ordered pizza from a neighborhood pizzariea. We had a clown entertain earlier in the day, and that night they all painted their faces like clowns. I remember seeing all those little girl clowns sitting around our huge square coffee table eating the BIGGEST pizza to this day I have ever seen or heard of. It covered the whole table... And they had a blast eating it. I still have a picture to remember that day.
My best pizza memory was eating pizza at the Theodora when the cook's told me there would be no Supper because they had run out of food. I called a pizza Parlor and asked them to donate a meal. They delivered Pizza and Sparkling juice. They also deliver pasta and red sauce. It was a really good meal. We had salad with that and everyone sat around laughing and talking. I started typing for money for charities right after that meal.
Going out to eat with family in Michigan to a great pizza parlor. We were with family we hadn't seen in over 10 years, and my husband and kids got to meet family for the first time. The pizza was fantastic, of course only made better by family. We always remember "Buddy's Pizza" for the good food, and memories. Shortly after that, my uncle passed away, and I can still remember him sitting at the table, just glad to have us all together.
I was nine years old, and hated pizza. I would not even consider a bite, although everyone told me I'd love it. I hated that weird round piece of bread slathered with sauce and cheese.
One day I was invited to a birthday party. What I did not not know before I got there that it was going to be a pizza party in a restaurant. There was nothing else to eat. Being both hungry and polite, I finally decided that I'd choke down at least a few bites of this stuff.
A few slices later, I'd been converted! I've been a pizza freak ever since, still preferring plain cheese pizzas like the first one I ever ate. I make it at home, get takeout, almost every week.
Those first bites were an act of politeness I've never regretted! Viva Pizza!
When I made pita pizza with my best friend. We got to pick out our favorite ingredients and had a ton of fun joking around while preparing them. They were delicious, of course.
This is gross but true - in college, my roommate and i loved pizza so much that whenever someone was done with their box of pizza, we'd go rummage through it to find the scrap crusts and EAT THEM! And we weren't even drunk every time we did that. Also, one Valentine's Day, same roommate and I were desolate, boyfriend-less and HUNGRY. We went to a party, picked up a boy, and made him come back to our dorm and buy us a pizza! Best Valentine's EVER!
When I was in college, there was a pizza place up the road that had a two for one deal one night a week. I remember a group of us piling into a car and driving there at least once a month. The pizza was good, but the camaraderie and the great deal on a college budget were more important.
When my husband and I were in college we didn't get to spend much time together, when he started his part time job managing a pizza place I decided to get a job there to. We didn't spend time together at work but we got to ride home together.
When I was younger, I would go to work with my dad on Saturdays. Just a couple stores down from him was a Noble Roman's restaurant. I remember those square pizzas and breadsticks with nacho cheese dipping sauce. One of my fondest memories was the first time I was allowed to walk over and pick up the order myself; I felt so grown up! That's funny, when I think of today and how I whine if I have to be the one who goes to pick it up! :)
My most vivid memory of pizza was when I was a teenager and my friends wanted to go get a slice. It was always a problem for me since I didn't like it. Thank heavens that has changed and I now love it.
Growing up in a very small town in Pennsylvania 60 years ago didn't afford me much of an opportunity to experience a variety of ethnic food but boy did I love the little pizzeria on Main St. It was always bustle of activity on Friday nite or after a football game. During meatless Fridays in Lent we always got a pizza from Frankie's. Not until I moved to New York City did I find out that the pizza at Frankie's wasn't all that Italian but boy do I still crave their version of that crusty concoction.
When I was in high school, I worked part-time at a pizza parlor. Best perk of the job, taking home any pizzas that were called in and not picked up. My father has passed away now, but I remember how much he loved when I brought home a pepperoni and mushroom pizza..it was his favorite.
I remember eating pizza in Niagara Falls, NY where I grew up. There was a bakery around the block where they used to make it fresh daily and sell it by the slice. I've never tasted pizza crust the way they used to make it. It was out of this world!
It was lunchtime at Welborn Elementary School. Such a special treat to find pizza on your tray.They made thick, juicy and simply marvelous pizza. I can still smell and taste it, after all these years.
My most vivid memory of pizza is that there was a local pizza parlor that during lent made a shrimp Francese pizza. It was so delicious and I'm so disappointed that this place closed up several years ago.
Having a job at pizza hut during my high school year, met my date for my prom, she was wonderful,had a nice evening,my employer paid the expences for the limo,the resturant,etc..my employer was my best friend,I thank him for it,eventhough he treated it out of his own pocket.
I had pizza over my sister's house a couple of weeks ago. It was wonderful to them her, her husband and their adorable twin daughters. I missed them a lot!
I was out on a first date with a boy (I was in high school)-we stopped at a local pizza parlor, where I had the BEST pizza I have ever had, either before or since! The garlic bread was divine-dripping with butter!
There was a pizza place when I was a kid and this woman made pizza out of her home kitchen. She was divorced and had to feed her kids so she started this business. To this day that was the best pizza I've ever eaten.
My Italian husband is the best pizza maker. I remember the first time he made his recipe for me. Sauce with fresh veggies and a whole grain crust. Yum!! 13 years later and it is the children's favorite pizza as well as mine!
Pizza is an amazing food! I remmeber it being a staple to the perfect slumber party growing up. It just wasnt a great slumberparty unless we were eating pizza with coke and watching a scary movie!!!!
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When I ate pizza for the first time: sausage and mushrooms on a crust that I'd watched thrown up in the air. It was my very first pizza ever! I was a Freshman in college with new friends, and both turned out to be fabulous!
I worked in a company with other engineers and quite often we had to work late on a project and would order out. Some of the bosses were brilliant but didn't always have a lot of common sense. One evening one of the Korean managers volunteered to go pick up the pizzas. Well, a little while later in he walks with the pizza boxes under his arm! After that we always referred to the pizza that night as Korean pizza.
The best pizza I ever had was at a place called John's in NYC. The second best was in NJ but I can't recall the name. For some reason NY/NJ has the best pizza by far.
I fondly remember my brothers and I participating in the Pizza Hut Book It! reading program as kids. We would read lots of books, have our parents record our progress and then receive coupons for free personal pizzas. We didn't go out to eat very often, so it was a big deal for the whole family to head to Pizza Hut and order our own little pizzas!
I had just moved into my first house and had nothing unpacked. My friend went and got a pizza and we ate it on the floor in my new house. I was so overwhelmed with emotion at owning a home and having such a great friend to be there to help me move in. It was so much fun!
It was December and we had lost power due to an ice storm. My husband got some take out pizza and we sat on the floor to eat it in front of the fireplace, to try to keep warm. After we ate the pizza, we added the cardboard box to the fire.
Many years ago when my son was little-we were on vacation in Florida and it was Halloween and we stopped for lunch at Pizza Hut. this store was decorated to the max. my son still talks about it.
I used to come home from school and make Chef boyardee pizza in a box when I was in grade school. People thought that my mom was crazy for letting a fourth grader use an oven.
I love pizza. My mom used to make pizza on friday nights. She would do this several times a month and we could invite our friends over. Everyone looked forward to those pizza nights.
my best pizza memorie is pizza parties my grandparents used to throw whenever I had a sleep over where we would invite all my friends, geta julienne brothers pizza and a case of town club pop
My best pizza memory is making pizza's with my dad on Fridays when my mom had to work late. I loved it because he always let me put anything on the pizza and let me be in charge.
I was a relaxed casual mom. I vividly remember making homemade pizza with my toddler. I'd make the dough and let her punch it down. I'd shape the dough and let her get all messy spreading the sauce with her tiny hands while I guided them around. We'd both sprinkle the shredded cheese, still with tomato hands. I still see the plops of sauce on the floor and smears on her face and hear our laughter as we bonded in the kitchen over pizza. I sure miss that.
I don't know if it is my best pizza memory, but it is the most memorable. Many years ago, after a baseball game and many many beers, we decided to go out for pizza. Obviously I wasn't paying attention when they ordered and when I took my first bite, I about gagged. I had never heard of Hawaiin pizza and who ever thought putting pineapple and ham with pizza sauce is beyond me!!
My mom used to make us pizza growing up - our tan pizza stone, homemade crust, homemade tomato sauce and yummy toppings and cheese - the smell of it cooking in the oven - unforgettable!
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When we were kids, my oldest brother worked at a pizza resturant and would bring home "special" pizza's that he made. These pizza's would be loaded with extra cheese, pepperoni and sauage and they were fantastic. My mouth is watering thinking about them right now.
My best pizza memory, I was in Belgium and I wanted pizza badly, we drove around and finally found a Pizza hut and bought a pineapple pizza. first time I tried pineapple pizza.
On my first date, we went to a movie and Pizza Hut. When I bit into a slice, the hot cheese, strung down off the crust onto my lap. (He did ask me aout agian, and we continued to date for about 6 more months.)
It has to be the one and only time we ordered an "Everything Pizza". It even had pineapple on it. To say it was indulgent is to understate it! I wouldn't do it again, I like a simple Pepperoni pie!
On my tenth birthday many decades back, my parents took me out for a pizza at a restaurant. This was such a treat as I had never been to any restaurant before!
Making pizza with my fiance. She's Italian, so she can do the dough spinning and all that stuff. The first time I tried it while we were making pizza, it landed on my head. We had to start over from scratch, but that was one of the funniest times we had in the kitchen. I also learned to let her handle the pizza dough from then on.
We went Snow-Tubing a couple years ago (about a 2 and 1/2 hour drive) and found this delicious hole in the wall pizza place, it was so yummy!! We actually drove there once just for the pizza!
I just got home from being discharged from the Air Force. My parents picked me up and took me to my favorite pizza place in Old Forge, PA (The unofficial pizza capital of the world!) I ate a whole sicilian by myself.
Age 18, my first real date with the man I'd later marry, and my first trip to an actual pizza restaurant (my mother didn't believe pizza was anything but junk food, so we were never allowed to eat it).
One of my first trips to a larger city after getting my driver's license was to Shakey's Pizza. I felt so grown up...picking up a couple friends, and driving without my parents. I had my own money from odd jobs I had done and know I had my own key chain to dad's car. How could life get any better! We decided to have pizza and went to Shakey's Pizza in St. Cloud, MN. We picked out a table close to the juke vox and read and re-read the menu. What should we order? We can have anything we want! We placed our order and talked about boys, boys, boys. The pizza came to our table and our eyes opened wide at how big and beautiful it was.A crispy crust, fresh vegetables and spicy meat, the cheese on top was a beautiful brown. We had never tasted anything so marvelous. I can still remember the sounds and smells of that evening . . . my first official night out without any supervision.
When I was little my mom used to go to the bank on Friday and since the lines used to be so long, she would take us next door to an italian resturant where my brother and I would eat pizza. It was our favorite thing to do and we felt so grow because everyone at the resturant knew us and we got to order for ourselves. It was the best part of Friday!
A few years ago during one of our visits to my Aunt & Uncle who live about 45 minutes away, they surprised us by taking us out to dinner. We went to a local pizza place. It was just such a nice surprise and such a pleasant treat. We all had a a wonderful time.
One of my many part-time jobs while going to college, was working at a Pizza Inn. Those were great days! I especially liked the buffets on Tuesdays (yes, there once was a time when those only happened once a week), because that meant less running back and forth to individual tables. Sure wish I had half that energy now!
I remember going to Pizza Hut when I was much younger with my family. My parents chose their pizza and the children chose our pizza. What a fond memory!!
When I was young, my mom would have one of us kids, and there were alot of us, walk down to the corner pizza store where they would sell us pre-baked New York pizza dough. We would then proceed to add our homemade sauce and fresh grated mozarella. That was all the New York pizza dough needed! I miss making pizza with my Mom. Love you!
when I was young I would buy and bake a pizza and my very old fashioned daddy would see it and pick up a slice and say "why do you buy these" and take a big bite, then "they are no good" and another bite, "they are a waste of money" and another bite, and so on..never admitting that he loved them, but we knew!
Last year, my husband and I got to have our dream trip to New York. Pizza pizza pizza!! We got to go to Brooklyn and eat at the original Grimaldi's. It was the best ever!!
As a child, my siblings and I would ride our bikes 2 miles to the bowling alley and then have pizza afterwards for lunch. We did this every weekdend, from early spring to late fall. Sometimes we would even go if it was raining. Now that we're adults , we don't see each other as much and I miss our weekend excursions.
My best pizza memory? The last one I ate! LOVE the stuff. But really, I have the fondest memories of family trips to the only "pizzeria" for miles around when I was just a kid (circa 1770). "The pizzeria" served only cheese pizza (as we would call it today) and we never imagined any additional toppings. But it was brick-oven baked by a newly immigrated Italian family and it was out of this world. It was a special treat for us kids. Maybe we got to go to "the pizzeria" when Dad had a good payday, I don't know. But it was wonderful.
I remember when I was a teenager that there was a pizza war on the Grand Concourse in the Bronx. One pizzeria sold its pizza for 15 cents a slice, while two stores down the pizzeria charged 10 cents a slice. Every night became pizza night for all the locals. How could anyone resist pizza, good pizza, delicious pizza for such a low price?
When I was growing up my family would go to a local pizzeria almost every Saturday, Dino's Pizza. We could watch the chefs twirl the pizza crusts on their fingers, add the ingredients, and put the pizzas in the big oven to bake. We always got to have a pitcher of Coke, and the jukebox there was great, too.
I experienced a devastating loss when I was 19 years old. My fiancee was wounded in Viet ,Nam, and I had been in Japan with him for 2 and 1/2 weeks. He died of the devastating wounds that he had received from a land mine. When I returned home, my college friends took me to a pizza parlor. That was the first time that I had ever eaten pizza. I did not know what to do with the grated cheese when it was passed around, and we all laughed so hard when I finally figured out what to do with it. This was the first time that I had really laughed for over two months, and I can remember how wonderful it felt.
Pizza night was always something looked forward to by my siblings and me. Being a part of a large family it was a great treat that we waited for with alot of anticipation.
My best pizza memories are when my husband and I bake them on the grill. We tried first about 10 years ago from recipes in our local paper food section. One of those is still a favorite: Carmelized Onion and Goat Cheese. After you get to know your grill and tastes, the sky is the limit. It helps to have a pizza stone, but it can be done without too.
It was a big deal to go out for pizza when I was little. We went out to eat pizza with my aunt, uncle and cousins at a popular chain and all of us kids decided to have an eating contest. I was only about 8 or 9 years old but I came in second place by eating 11 pieces of pizza. Only as a kid could I have gotten away with eating that much pizza!
I used to love Sunday afternoons when I was in jr high school. My mother would take us to Godfather's Pizza and while we were waiting on the pizza, my brother and I would get to play Pac Man and Centipede.
The best pizza I've ever had was on the boardwalk on our summer vacations. Maybe it was the beach setting, the ocean breeze, the fun times with family and friends, or maybe it really was just the best pizza - ever!
Pizza was my youngest son's first sight word. He could find it any where it was...on signs, on menus....he could spell it. And he has continued to be a real pizza fan through his adult years.
I remember when growing up, my Mom and Dad would always let us kids help make the pizza. we would make two very large pizzas and one would be for the picky eaters and just have pepperoni and cheese on it and the next one would be a combo pizza and it would have everything on it. Those were the days before we had pizza deliveries and I really miss the good old days.
At my house, Saturday night was always pizza night. I remember my Dad would make fresh pizza right from the oven and once I smelled the baking bread through my vents upstairs in my room I would run down and we would gather around the table and enjoy our pizza night.
I always liked pizza, never made it my #1 meal but liked it a lot, so much than in Jr HS I had a slice and an icee every day at 9:00am for just $1. Now, pizza plays a very different role in our home. We have a 5 y/o child with Autism and who's favorite food is PIZZA, he is obsessed, he would have pizza for breakfast if he could. So, due to Steven love for pizza (and pizza being one of the words that he says clearly), I started making pizza at home. For him, it is a treat when I'm off from work and make him "his" pizza. As soon as I put the pizza in the oven he watches it and sits down desperately waiting for it to be done. Pizza time in our home is PRICELESS!
I love using fleischmann's yeast for my pizza dough. I can't wait to try this new product! We eat homemade pizza every friday. It is a tradition I started with my family when my son was born. As children, my husband and I both dined with our families at the same small town pizza place on friday or saturday nights. As teenagers, we worked there, and continued to work there through college. We started making pizza at home after that, but I did not start doing homemade pizza dough to the past few years. We all love great pizza in my house, and our favorite combination is Canadian ham, pineapple, and banana pepper. We also have great memories of coal oven pizza in New York City. We love this American classic so much!
My Fiance and I met over pizza(a blind date). So on our anniversary we make homemade pizza from scratch together. We try something different every time. My favorite so far is chicken florentine with sweet vidalias. His is Italian sausage with sweet peppers and provolone. My neice and nephews love pizza too of course so we've begun having pizza making parties for birthdays. They're a big hit. My youngest nephew loves monster pizza. They're mini pizzas that you make ghoulish faces for out of ingredients. It's lots of fun. Pizza's always brought us together.
My first pizza was at age fourteen in 1954. I had recently moved from a farm in upper NYS to Poughkeepsie and as a treat my mother took us to a stand that sold pizza, the old fashioned kind, that was sold in squares, and you could order it with either a thin or thicker crust. Best pizza you could get, with the home made sauce. Since then I have eaten many pizzas but the white pizza that my son makes at home is my aboslute favorite. He first made it the day he got custody of his little boy{it was his son's favorite kind of pizza} and it is a taste winner. Hopefully there are many more pizzas left for me to consume before I leave this mortal existence and I know that Saint Peter has a pizza or two waiting for us beyond those pearly gates
My dad is lactose intolerant--he can't have any dairy products whatsoever. So he can't have pizza. Once we set out to make him the perfect dairy free pizza! Hunted down some mozerella soy cheese, tomato sauce, dough for the crust...he loved it. It was great to do that for him. He hasn't always been lactose intolerant, and I know he misses pizza a lot.
PIZZA IS A STAPLE IN OUR HOME.WE LOVE IT .WE HAVE TRIED IT WITH THE ROUND CRUST ALREADY MADE IN THE PKG. THAT ISNT SO BAD BUT NOTHING BEATS A HOMEMADE PIZZA PIE. MAKING THE DOUGH AND KNEADING IT AND JUST THE SMELL ALONE IS WONDERFUL. THE YEAST SMELLS SO GOOD. USUALLY SAT NIGHT IS PIZZA NIGHT ..WE RENT SOME MOVIES AND HAVE A GREAT TIME . WE JUST CANT WAIT FOR THE DING ON THE STOVE TO GO OFF KNOWING ITS DONE . ITS MORE THAN JUST THE PIZZA. ITS TIME SHARED TO MAKE IT .AND EVERYONE CONTRIBUTED TO THE MAKING OF SUPPER... ITS THE CLOSENESS THAT COUNTS .WE MAKE 2 DIFFERENT ONES .ONE PLAIN CHEESE AND THE OTHER ONE VARIES AS TO WHAT WE ARE WILLING TO TRY ON IT . WE HAVE HAD SOME WEIRD CONCOCTIONS , THATS FOR SURE .....SOME GOOD , AND SOME NOT SO GOOD. HAHAHAHA.. BUT IT WAS TIME ALSO THAT WAS WELL SPENT IN MAKING OUR PIZZA.
