I am another born and bred New Yorker. Grew up in the '50's, in Queens, and we had pizza every week, at the little local Italian restaurant. I remember shopping around, trying different pizzas from Italian restaurants. Then, after marriage, DH was getting his PhD, and we were too poor to afford restaurant pizza of any type, so I got tiles and made my own from some yeast recipe. I already made bread, so this was not a difficult step. Saturday night pizza became a staple with the family, eventually 5 of us, for years and years. Now the kids are gone, and we get the pizza from the local shop, but every once in a while I make a Chicago style pizza, but with KA white whole wheat flour. A favorite with all. Pizza has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember, which goes back to 1953.

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