Jewish Pizza

It’s been 4 years since Mom and I went to Rome and ate Jewish Pizza at Pasticceria Boccione. Mom decided that she wanted to try making it since it’s not available here in the States. I went over and we made it together. It sure brought back memories of being in Italy with my mom, navigating around trying to find the “manna from heaven”.

I remember after we got the jewish pizza and returned to our hotel, Mom was reading up on Jewish pizza on her little netbook and reading out loud excerpts. She was so gleeful and every excerpt she read made the triumph feel even better.