There was a time in my life that I didn't really enjoy pizza. It was around 6th or 7th grade. I was that kid. I vaguely remember eating the crust. Now I live in Connecticut. Every other person is Italian. Every other store is a pizza shop. And boy do they know how to make pizza. It is so good. We probably get pizza once a week. We also tend to make pizza once a week. We had some last night and yum! I kind of wish we could have it again. So as I am thinking of all things pizza I thought I would stroll down memory lane with pizza posts. Enjoy!