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When I stayed at my bis-aunt (the aunt of my mother) place in a plush part of Naples, some time they ordered a pizza. They came in a big brass container to keep them warm. The boy knocked on the window of the kitchen and the cook took it and dished it out for us (yes my aunt had a she cook, that was just paradise). They were absolutely sublime. Just tomatoes, cheese and a leaf or two of basil. We cut it in wedges and eat it with the hand, folding the wedge, so that the wet part was inside. Not crusty, not soft. Not thin, not thick. Not too much topping, not too little.
My aunt made fun of me. You got too much crown, poor boy. Have mine she said. You need all your strength at your age, pretty as you are. Lovely lady. She knew how to treat a grand nephew. Too bad that after few weeks I had to go.
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