Ahh, my journey towards pizza nirvana. I’m not talking about finding and devouring the best pizza (which by the way is pepperoni). No, I’m talking about feeling joy inside. The kind of joy little children have when they discover bubbles. Amazement wrapped in awe, covered with hope and sprinkled with peace, kind of joy. Finding inner pizza seems to get harder as we age. Suddenly, bubbles are just soap. The wonders and the possibilities are gone. I don’t want that detached and unimaginative thinking anymore. I’ve decided to venture outside of myself to find and create that pepperoni covered goodness. Do you have your own pizza recipe? I’d love to hear it.
