Ah..memories of school pizza...the reason why to this day I still love a glass of cold milk with my slice (some might call it sacrilege...I call it comfort food). I remember first having English muffin pizzas when my Mom made them for a Halloween party that we had in junior high...they were devoured. Summer Friday evenings when Dad got paid often meant a trip down to Pizza City in Howard Beach, Queens, NY. The little pizzeria in Woodhaven that we stopped at to pick up a pie for supper after my piano lesson is still there...but, sadly, the Italian bakery down Jamaica Ave. that baked my Mom's favorite Sicilian pizza is gone. Thanks for the memories....

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