We’re all here because we love pizza: the taste, the smell, the people who make it (or making it ourselves), the friends we eat it with, the ingredients that go into a good pie, and the sight of a piping hot slice. But were you always that way? Did you spring from the womb, pizza-obsessive from the get go, or did you nurture and develop your love until it blossomed into being?
So let’s take a second, and reel back through the years, back to when it all began…your passion for pizza. Personally, I think I can see the little seeds of mine being planted whenever I’d meet friends for a slice after school or before a movie, at the neighborhood spot, My Little Pizzeria. What about you? When did you first fall in love with pizza?