I know, I know. I have not even mentioned my favorite place in Rome. That is not because we have not been there-it was the first thing we did the first day! Sad but true. Even my kids are PIZZE addicts. After Mass on Sunday, it is just a few minutes walk, so we went then too. Pure, utter deliciousness. We've even branched out because we finally purchased something besides just PIZZE...the cinnamon biscotti and today, the cheese and raspberry tart. Both of those are yummy but really, nothing compares to PIZZE. Take a look (upsidedown picture-sorry) at the hunks of fruit, the mass of almonds and pinenuts, the burned to perfection raisins...ahhhh, it is the most delicious thing ever. They are now cutting it in kind of more normal size hunks. Which does a bit of good for the very fleeting feeling of guilt about eating the whole thing! How can something that looks so bad be so incredibly yummy? It's a mystery. One that draws me back time and again to the Jewish Ghetto, to that little "hole in the wall" corner bakery. Today, however, was really a red letter day. The ever-so-grumpy sisters were there, but there was also an older gentleman (a brother?). I was prepared-there was no line, I had exact change ready for whatever I bought and I knew how to order quickly in Italian. Bam. He was so nice. I was shocked. We had a conversation. He told me in broken English that he loves America and I told him in broken Italian that I was glad and I love his bakery. And gould I get a maccaroon for my dad? Everyone smiled. The grumpy sisters said ciao to me. Amazing. Could it be that they are starting to recognize me? Or is it just that I am getting proficient in buying 1000 calorie pizze? My not freaking out over both options is only possible in Roma where I actually believe that calories this delicious must be eaten and enjoyed!!! I'll be back. PS. I still have all 4 pieces waitig to be eaten for dinner. manifesting hours of self-control....
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