OLD NAPOLI

I know that what I am about to say is crazy, but it is true. When I was a young boy I did not like pizza.

 

What?! Pizza is the food of the gods, you say, and today I agree with you. But when I was a man of a mere eight years old, my tune was different. I was four of five, in the lineup of children in my family. My mother spent countless hours Continue reading “OLD NAPOLI”