There were so many onions in the potato salad
Why is it that we can't find good pizza in Paris? It's like a national crisis or something. Lee and I have tried every pizza restaurant near, or remotely near, our apartment. It's impossible. The only option left is to make it myself. But what do I know about making pizza? And besides I would have to cook it one slice at a time in our ridiculously small oven that fits like one baked potato at a time. I know it sounds pathetic, but we end up ordering from Dominos every single time. What's the point of trekking out and sitting in a smoke filled restaurant to be served expensive, bad pizza by a (chances are) rude waiter? At least this way, it's cheap, it's delivered to our door and sometimes it's not half bad. True, it might be more likely to give us the runs, but who doesn't like a thorough cleaning every now and then?
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The pizzas aren't great, but I have to say that the French are willing to use some interesting toppings. Creme fraiche? Sure, why not? Raw egg? Go for it.
Also, I really dig the spicy oil with whole peppers that they serve with the pizza. A million times better than pepper flakes.
It's Passover so your post is actually making my mouth water. I had matzah pizza last night. I'm looking forward to next Tuesday when we can break Passover with some Mellow Mushroom. We'll make a toast to you both, as we bit into our parmesan pretzels.
Jill
interesting title... i remember the conversation
OK, I'll bite. What in the hell does the title mean?
long story. not that interesting. i'll tell you later.
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