Roman Pizza
So I had this dream last night, that I was running through the streets of Brooklyn with a giant wheel of Parmigiano under my arm. I’m interpreting it as a mix of general anxiety and that I really like cheese. I do not actually have a wheel of cheese in my apartment but it reminded me of the most delicious pizza that Marcus and I had last year in Rome. Just a random spot that happened to have a table free, and it was perfect!
Ciao!
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