New York pizza

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favorite, food, pizza, pizzeria, postaday2013

Everyone has a favorite pizza place, mine has always been Frankie’s pizzeria on 31st between 23rd Ave and Ditmars Blvd. I remember eating there as far back as when I was five years old, I think, I remember a slice being 20 cents. This being New York City, there isn’t a shortage of “best” slices of pizza, I found mine a long time ago, not too far from my house. My hubby actually has come around to admitting that Frankie’s is his favorite as well. I love all of the pizza’s elements, the pizza crust which is a thin crust, nice and chewy and with a nice crunch at the same time, the tomato sauce is well flavored and they don’t go overboard with the cheese so that you can taste the sauce. The balance between the components is what defines this pizza and makes it the best in my book.

On the other hand I do prefer eating my own pizza that I make at home because my slices don’t sit as heavily as Frankie’s, my pizza crust is thinner and with the sliced onions, excellent Cento tomato sauce that I have found and the combination of fresh mozzarella and regular mozzarella, it seems that you can eat it without it going to your hips, lol.

Regardless, pizza is a wonderful food, I have never considered it to be “junk food”, it is simply bread, tomato sauce and cheese. I love it, it’s a finger food and fun to eat, albeit I always seem to eat it and drip it on me. I am gradually getting to a place where I have to accept that I need to break out the bib, the adult bib in my case. Sad I know, but my shirts and blouses are getting stained way too often these days.

Lifeline

You’re on a long flight, and a palm reader sitting next to you insists she reads your palm. You hesitate, but agree. What does she tell you?

As I sit here looking at my palm, first at my right one and then at my left one, they are different. I am looking for the life line to see how long it is and all of the lines on both of my palms seem pretty short, there isn't one that extends to beyond my palm so I really don't want a reading.

But since this is pretend, here goes nothing, she, the fortune teller, says that since my lines criss cross that means that I will end up living the rest of my life across the ocean in a small house with a smallish garden in peace and tranquility with a small dog and the only long line that I have on my palm represents my long marriage to my husband. She also says that the many short lines show many small grandchildren in the future milling around the small house and playing with the small dog (Jack).

Since these are happy predictions, I go into my pocket and give her a bill to show my thanks and she closes her eyes and goes to sleep while I sit next to her looking out the window of the plane dreaming of my small villa at Le Canon with my small garden that Jack has claimed for his own and fantasizing my daily trips to the market each morning, picking out nectarines, cantaloup, French bread and other goodies for lunch.

That plane ride is probably one of the best ever.