I’m really just putting this photo in here to brag. I WENT TO ITALY OVER THE SUMMER EVERYONE. I came back, um, how long ago was it now….goodness gracious FIVE MONTHS AGO. Now that is sad.
The reason I took this photo though was because this was the very first pizza that I ate in Italy!! I ate it in Rome down a little cobblestone alley right next to the Spanish Steps. It was without a doubt the most incredible pizza I have ever eaten, but I’m kinda hoping that you can guess that just from looking at it. The proscuitto was incredible and the cheese…. but the most amazing thing was the base, slightly chewy but oh so generally awesome in a way that I just won’t even try to describe.
However despite all of my love for the pizza, this is a HORRIBLE thing because now pizza is ruined for me FOREVER!!! Eugh, here in Melbourne we think we know Italian. THIS PIZZA WAS SO GOOD. So so good. I would have run away and married this pizza. On a beach. Or a mountain. Or wherever the pizza wanted to go because I’d be up for it. But then I ate it. Not a great way to start a long and happy marriage…