The best piece of food that I ate this weekend was homemade pizza with broccoli, mushrooms, Italian hot cherry red peppers from my dad’s garden, arugula pesto and spicy marinara sauce. I could see the stringy cheese spread out over the pizza. All the mushrooms, broccoli, and peppers were perfectly cooked into the pizza. I carefully put the right amount of sauce and pesto on the pizza, just enough so that it bubbled as I took it out of the oven. The crust was cooked to perfection. It was crispy and a little charred on the bottom to give it some flavor. The smell made my mouth salivate. The pizza smelled like a breath of fresh air. It was a different type of oxygen that I couldn’t stop breathing. I could smell the charred crispy crust, with the cooked and baked mushrooms and vegetables, and the hot mozzarella cheese. I could also smell the spicy sauce that I put on my pizza. Every time I smelled the sauce, I could feel the insides of my nose burning. Then I picked up a thick, rigid, sharp corner piece of pizza, and began to chow it down. I could taste every single ingredient that was in my mouth. Each one complimented the other. Although I did not wait very long for the pizza to cool, so every bite was burning the back of my mouth. But I didn’t care. Each piece that I ate was a slice of heaven. The pizza was the best piece of food that I ate over the weekend because I made it with my family, and it was like eating a piece of home.
Gianna Ottaviano 