I'm of the mind that Elizabeth Gilbert's Eat, Pray, Love requires no introduction. On my shelf it is a classic. I can and do wax poetic about it...dinner this evening, on a balmy summer night made me think of Italy. Instead of reminiscing about my own slices of pizza, quite a few, while in Italia I think of this passage:
“So Sofie and I have come to Pizzeria da Michele, and these pies we have just ordered–one for each of us–are making us lose our minds. I love my pizza so much, in fact that I have come to believe in my delirium that my pizza might actually love me, in return….Holy of holies! Thin, doughy, strong, gummy, yummy, chewy, salty pizza paradise. On top, there is a sweet tomato sauce that foams up all bubbly and creamy when it melts the fresh buffalo mozzarella, and the one sprig of basil in the middle of the whole deal somehow infuses the entire pizza with herbal radiance, much the same way one shimmering movie star in the middle of the party brings a contact of high glamour to everyone around her.”
And then there is this slice of wisdom: “In a world of disorder and disaster and fraud, sometimes only beauty can be trusted.…And sometimes the meal is the only currency that is real."
--Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love
Such utter deliciousness.
And even more so as my family kneaded, rolled and prepared it together.