We’ve been making pizza whenever there’s a special occasion on my mother’s side of the family for as long as I can remember.
I remember Uncles kneading doughs that would be later made into pizza crust. I rememeber the scent of the pizza sauce wafting inside my lola’s [grandma's]house as it was cooking. I remember being asked to help slice mushroom, olives, bacon and other toppings that would go on top of our pizza.
We decided to make pizza last New Year’s Day. No other food was cooked, only pizza. I was going to try my hands in making pizza crust because we thought my cousin who was supposed to make it won’t be able to come. But my helper who had a day off for the 31st didn’t come home. I was upset and stuck at the shop. Good thing, one of “the uncles” was early and immediately made the pizza crust.
I wasn’t able to get the recipe from my cousin but I’m going to. and in my next pizza post, it’ll be my pizza crust in there…
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