There’s no way around it. I dream about pizza. If you ask me to clear my mind and say the first word I think of… usually that word is “pizza.”
No, I don’t know why. You can psycho-analyze it if you want to.
I’m not overly picky about what kind of pizza either, although I’ll bet you already know I prefer it to be homemade, with local, organic ingredients.
You can analyze that, too.
I’ve always liked pizza, but it’s only been in the last ten years or so that I’ve had the truly good stuff. Like Zachary’s Chicago-style, either stuffed or thin crust. Or Cheeseboard’s always special pie, one-kind-only-made-daily.
I don’t get these pizza’s anymore. They were the worst casualty of being laid off seven years ago. I just don’t get down to Berkeley very much. Neither restaurant is the kind you can really “go to” for lunch, either. Far too crowded. When I worked at the lab, we always had someone pick it up and bring it back.
But I’ve been craving Cheeseboard’s lovely corn-and-zucchini pizza, and I just happen to have the recipe for it:
The finished product. Go ahead, enlarge that baby. It’s worth it.
And if you find yourself in Berkeley at lunch time, you know where to go.