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http://www.nytimes.com/times-insider/2015/04/13/1944-the-times-discovers-pizza/irisblue
(32,928 posts)Arugula Latte
(50,566 posts)LeftInTX
(25,123 posts)I think my grandfather died without ever tasting it.
LiberalElite
(14,691 posts)a slice was $.15.
What's more surprising to me than an article about pizza in the NYT is the country-fried steak ad to the right. IMO that's STILL more exotic in NYC than pizza! LOL.
madamesilverspurs
(15,798 posts)was late 1950s/early '60s, homemade via Chef Boyardee. Yikes. It was probably 15 years or more before I got my first taste of decent pizza. That said, the wayback discussions of "how do you eat it?" were sometimes quite entertaining.
OriginalGeek
(12,132 posts)my dad always made that Chef Boyardee kit. I still love them though. I'd eat them a lot more often if I wasn't so lazy - and nowadays it takes at least 2 kits to make a dent in the cavern that is my belly. (and so everyone else gets some too)
I have perforated pizza pans specifically because that was what my dad used to make that pizza. I love how they come out. I've been known to double the dough and make thick crust too.
But there's a guy from the Bronx that owns a shop that delivers to my house and he does a magnificent job so it's usually a lot easier to call him than get off my butt and go to the grocery store (that is right next to my Bronx guy) and get a couple kits.
But I'm adding some them to the grocery list anyway. Haven't done it in a while.
alphafemale
(18,497 posts)But do enjoy that taste of childhood every once in awhile.
The sauce has an interesting almost hint of smokey taste.
I normally just buy some pizza dough from the Publix and make my own sauce though.
I make sauce in large batches and freeze.
Sometimes make the dough from scratch. That is not really worth the effort though.
malthaussen
(17,175 posts)Pavlovs Dog Needs Only One Iteration
I hate pizza, I said, and she smiled
as she held up a wedge to my mouth.
A bite, the cheese and sauce blending
on my tongue; crunch of crust as I chew, then swallow.
A few bites more, and then with mischief in her eyes
she presses her lips to my startled mouth.
Quick flicker of tongue, as she steals a crumb,
a taste cooler than any liquid to wash down
the commingled flavors.
God, I love pizza.
-- Mal