Sunday, October 19
These slices from heaven were delivered to me as a hostess gift by an old friend who grew up outside Providence, R.I. She was up visiting family while spending some time in New York, and she brought me back possibly the best present you can give me: regional pizza.
It comes from the storied DiPalmieri's, and is called bakery pizza or party pizza by the locals. I call it pure deliciousness- golden, olive-oil soaked crust topped with thick dollops of tomato sauce. There's no cheese, but it doesn't even need it.
And if I'm saying that, you know it's true.