|that slice is so thin, it practically levitates|
|how good does that pizza, or 'za' as we call it, look? right?!|
|so thin, you could see through it!|
|this scene is so California to me|
When I come home to Santa Barbara, things like thin crust pizza on the grill happen. The freshest ingredients get whipped up into dinner, with the deftness and ease only experts exude -- the pizza dough was made in the morning, rested in the oven and was rolled flatter than air into a superb dinner. Romaine boats with peppered vinegar accompanied and three bean salad made by Mama were the perfect accompaniment.
This pizza was a triumph of shattering texture and early-summer flavors -- corn, asparagus, red peppers and chili flakes on one and red sauce, "the lightest hand" of mozzarella and red onion topped the other. What a dinner! It doesn't get any better. Thanks Mom and Dad.