So, I live in Europe right now. And if there’s one thing Italians are great at, it’s opening authentic pizza places all over Europe. So I’m not in Italy, but I’m close enough that I get this REALLY good, authentic Italian pizza. It’s, like, perfectly thin crust, wonderful cheese… It’s heavenly.

But whenever I visit my family back in Canada, I crave this very old-style pizza that I can only find in my hometown anymore. I’m talking super-thick and fluffy crust my dad would eat with a dab of butter, homemade tomato sauce, thin, salty pepperoni slices the size of saucers, long strips of green bell pepper, and a mountain of greasy cheese that gives the pizza a semi-oblong shape.

And what can I say… I love them both equally. Pizza is love.