Just three weeks into Pizza Friday, we have a pie that will be hard to beat. What does love taste like? It tastes like Ragu sauce spooned delicately onto a Pillsbury thin crust and topped with hand-shredded cheese. What’s that? You taste something more, something mysterious yet just right? That might be the vaguely titled but acutely delicious “pizza seasoning” straight from the spice rack. This is pizza just like Mom used to make…..if your Mom grew up on an Italian hillside and spent her childhood stomping grapes for her father’s vineyard while her brothers posed as hardscrabble street toughs but actually wanted nothing more than to pick the most perfectly plump tomato that could be eaten like an apple but would be put to better use as the foundation for a fresh batch of the sauce their grandmother used to spend three days making and mixing, developing the hump on her back from years spent leaning over the cauldron, mixing, tasting, seasoning, and loving. What does love taste like? This pizza.
