As this summer without Italy comes to an end and fades into fall, I find myself thinking about all the things I missed most about how my summers usually go.
Usually there's traveling around the US, and of course the summer retreats in Italy. These trips are filled with my favorite pastimes...sketching and eating. And damn, I've missed eating.
I've of course missed pasta, but that one dish I'm fairly good at replicating at home without feeling like I'm missing out on the real thing
But one thing I can never quite get right, or find an adequate substitute for is pizza. Even though the struggle is real to find the perfect crust (very thin, still slightly chewy and with crispy, burnt edges from the fire), it never hurts to spend some time trying to recreate the real thing. Especially while stuck in quarantine!