We stopped eating pizza awhile ago when the kids showed allergies to dairy.
I love pizza and it was a staple of life for me growing up, chowing down at New London Style Pizza in Concord first with family and then with friends as we got older and could drive. And of course, when we went into “town”, we went to Regina’s in the North End of Boston. Not the chain that so many people know now, but the real deal, where you always had to wait, it was always dark and it was always loud. The original is still there ….
At Regina’s you had the option of extra olive oil, and extra peppery oil. I never took the waitress up on it, they were always waitresses back then, the men who waited on tables were at places like Anthony’s Pier 4 and xxx where they had the best veal ever. Back to the oil, The pizza came out swimming in oil from the cheese, and we always said no thank you and she would always pour oil over the pizza anyways…. and to this day I still don’t know if it was freshly harvested oil with a peppery kick, or if was an oil with pepper in it……
It was a wonderful time, where the North End was all Italian and they tolerated the tourists and they liked us kids because we were willing to wait in line and we loved the pizza.
This is not to say that I didn’t eat bad pizza. By the time I came around, the fourth child, my Mom was happy that I ate frozen pizza, those little 6 inch disks that had some kind or pepperoni, cheese and tomato sauce on top. Mostly like chewy bread at best with flavoring, it was a miracle food. Pop one in the toaster oven, also new to the home kitchen, and minutes later, food! I became self sufficient when I was hungry. Open a box of 6 and consume them after school for a snack before dinner.
Though I am not implying this was pizza, it was a snack food that was shaped like pizza. It filled a void after practice.
Whether pizza was Greek or Italian, pizza growing up was special, and an essential food group.
In college there wasn’t much pizza, mostly chicken, rice and corn. I could get a flat of chicken for almost nothing and I would bring a 50 pound bag of rice from home. A couple of breasts, 2 cups uncooked rice and a bag of frozen corn would be dinner.
Today, we don’t eat pizza for the most part, though the cravings are wildly still there. Brandon’s pizza at Delancey we love, but never get there, and Tom’s pizza at Serious Pie too is a craving treat. (pictured) As a “family”, there is someone who doesn’t eat wheat, or one that is dairy intolerant, someone who can’t take the acidity on tomatoes, or there is always one who doesn’t like pizza. By the time you are done taking consensus we are eating chicken on the bbq.
And lastly, I miss the delivered pizza too. The convenience when I just don’t have it in me to make dinner for a crowd. What, I have adjusted to nicely is the price. It seems like it has shot through the roof on delivered pizza. I remember we used to get two large pizza’s for $14 and a bottle of high fructose corn syrup. Now it must costs upwards of $28! Not that, of course, that is not an unreasonable price considering fuel prices and the price of Parmigiano-Reggiano from Italy. Though I think only serious pie places are using Italian Cheese these days.
Of course it doesn’t mean we don’t ever have pizza. Whenever I am “home” I always make the stop at New London Style Pizza near my brothers house, just for the crust, and more for the memory.