My husband and I are incompatible pizza eaters. He likes a
thick, chewy crust, and I prefer thin and crispy. When it’s served it my way,
he complains his slices droop and spill the toppings. When we go to a place
that serves pizza his way, our order takes forever to bake. And, when the pizza
finally comes, it’s invariably raw in the middle. Even if I avoid the unbaked
center, I always feel I’m getting too much bread and too little of everything
else. It might have made sense for us to just avoid eating pizza together. As
it happens, we’d both rather complain about each other’s pizza choices than go
without. But then, a few weeks ago, we discovered a pizzeria that makes a
sourdough crust. We sampled three varieties there, and none were raw in the
middle. It’s still more crust than I’d like, but hey. It’s sourdough! Happy
National Pizza Day!
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