Day 205 • Grateful for Pizza! via /r/gratitude

Both my father and my Mother love pizza. So it was a regular thing for us to order some up.

The best by far came from an authentic Italian family with a brick oven in a small town just outside New York City. Thin crust baked to perfection with just the right amount of sauce and cheese, homemade Italian sausage and fresh mushrooms. I think we brought four or five pies home with us to Nee Hampshire, froze it and ate it for weeks.

Now that I’m older, I still love pizza but my tastes have changed. I’m sure I would still grab a slice or two of that exceptionally delicious pizza from NYC, but most pizza is just a ton of bread with cheap cheese. And there are not near enough pizza artisans. Luckily, I found a cauliflower crust pizza at the supermarket that tastes even better than most its ‘authentic’ predecessors and don’t feel any more guilt eating all that gluten. Plus, it’s delicious! I add my own toppings which makes it even better.

I had some tonight. I am so grateful to have this pizza ✨🍕😋