It’s Tuesday, but it feels like a Monday. The days all run together when you don’t actually ever get one off. We made some great things today—savory, beautiful, delicious food. But all I can think about is Nick’s Pizza, in the neighborhood where I grew up. It was a late addition, well after my high school years, which were happily spent at A&J’s.
On this particular Tuesday evening, I would kill for a large pizza, half red, half white with prosciutto and fresh garlic, washed down by a Brooklyn Lager and followed by an untraditional but incredibly luscious and toothsome cannoli. All of which would be cooked by someone other than me. Oh well, something to look forward to in January. If you happen to be in NYC, stop by Nick’s and have a pizza for me.
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