Ahh, pizza. It seems like every time I’m driving home from work, I either a) seem to notice every pizza place I pass, or b) am personally passed by a pizza delivery motorcycle. Pizza is everywhere. Its perfectly photogenic pepperoni is plastered onto billboards, its scent wafts under my bedroom door as my brother sticks one…
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Summer Pesto Pizza
When I was six or seven, my parents loaded my brother and me into our minivan (affectionately named “Zippy”) and made the six hour drive from our home of Vienna all the way to Venice, Italy. I don’t remember much about the trip, but I do remember the following: gargoyles, pigeons, and pizza. As you…
Suitcase & Spoon 