There is a little covered dish by the stove
Containing olive oil, heavily infused with garlic.
That's the secret.
The crust is made fresh - only let it rise once
Push it down, let it rest, smell the yeast
Spread it slowly on the old blackened cookie sheet
(rarely washed, sprayed with cooking oil)
Spread it just right, not too thick, but just thick enough
Then brush it with that garlic oil, light coat,
Well, not too light
The tomato sauce is next, homemade of course
Spiced up a bit for the pizza
So it has a touch of bite to it
Then the other secret:
good parmagiano – regiano
Grated in a blizzard over the sauce
Topped by good mozzarella
Maybe some sausage pieces
Maybe some caramelized peppers and onions
My favorite has just the cheese
Hot, hot oven 'til the crust starts to brown
Slip it off the cookie sheet right on to the oven rack
'Til the bottom of the crust browns a bit.
It's the world's most perfect food
- Except, maybe, pumpkin pie
Have I told you about her pumpkin pie?
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