Pizza My Heart <3

We went to a local pizzeria to get a lesson on how to make real, authentic Italian pizza. The chef was an animated man, very passionate about his business and making pizza. His English was a little shaky, as can be expected considering we were in his country, so the interpreter helped us understand one another a little better. We learned that good pizza dough must sit for at least a day for the yeast to rise.   Dough made "fresh" the day of is not necessary what we should be looking for as consumers. A good pizza has the same color crust throughout the entire bottom of the pizza. We were able to roll out the dough and he graciously stepped in when we couldn't get it as thin as he wanted. He told us that Americans always over do their sauce (can you imagine that-Americans being extra) and that less is always more… which can be a hard concept for foreigners to wrap their minds around when it comes to cooking. All we needed was a small spoonful scoop of tomatoe sauce and a couple handfuls of fresh mozzarella. I added zucchini, onions, fresh basil, pepperoni, and parmesan to my pizza. After a few minutes in the steaming wooden oven, our pizza was done and ready to be served. Pizza tastes way more rewarding when you make it yourself, let me tell you. We then were led upstairs where we sipped our wine and marveled at the pizza we had just created. We drizzled some olive oil and fresh parmesan over the pizza for the finishing touch. Everything tastes better when made with passion and heart (and if you are starving from sightseeing all afternoon). Molto bene :)