From our peaceful terrazzo just before cena:
The homemade pizza, I must have thought,
was worth all the calories but not the pixels.
Picture a store-bought crust, slices of provolone
and pear, with caramelized onions and store-grated
formaggio mozzarella–all roasted with care. Once
it’s out of the oven, top with gorgonzola e rucola,
olio d’oliva e aceto balsamico, and you’re there.
Only don’t forget the salt, Rebecca has to remind.