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Pizza!, Monday, First Period
If Raiden seemed slightly subdued at the beginning of this week's workshop, he got over it quickly when it came time to once again talk about his very favorite subject. Funny how that worked.
"I brought some supreme pizzas for you guys to snack on while we talk today," Raiden said with a gesture toward the boxes. "Please help yourselves. We've covered the beginnings of pizza in Italy, but how did it become the taste sensation we know and love today? To answer that, we've got to cross an ocean. You see, in the late nineteenth and early twentieth century--that's over a hundred years ago now, time flies, huh?--there was a large wave of immigrants from Italy to the United States, and most of them came from southern Italy, including, you guessed it, Sicily, the birthplace of pizza. And they nobly, kindly brought pizza with them to share with the benighted, pizza-less people of America.
"So, in Italy--we all know Italy, right, it's a boot? Well, northern Italy has rich soil and good agriculture, and southern Italy has rocky soil and does a lot of fishing. It's just how it is. So when all those southern Italians got to America, they found it this land of plenty with readily available meats and cheeses everywhere you looked, and they got really excited, and they started doing new things with food. Everything got bigger and more robust, and that's why if a food snob tells you, 'Oh, American Italian food isn't authentic,' first off, what's authentic, anyway, and second, what it is is a southern Italian's idea of northern Italian food, using the ingredients available in the US. Spaghetti and meatballs, veal parmigiana, baked ziti..." Raiden's stomach growled. "Sorry. Makin' myself hungry. Oh! The muffuletta! Can't forget the New Orleans contingent." Maybe he should just...help himself to a slice of pizza (or two) before he went any further. Lest he get even further off track.
Thus fortified, Raiden resumed his train of thought: "Anyway, the point is, we see this happen with pizza, too. You add more toppings, and then you make the crust more robust to support more toppings, and ta-da! The American pizza is born! Look at it, it's beautiful." Raiden beamed at it for a moment, then said, "And now, let's eat it."
"I brought some supreme pizzas for you guys to snack on while we talk today," Raiden said with a gesture toward the boxes. "Please help yourselves. We've covered the beginnings of pizza in Italy, but how did it become the taste sensation we know and love today? To answer that, we've got to cross an ocean. You see, in the late nineteenth and early twentieth century--that's over a hundred years ago now, time flies, huh?--there was a large wave of immigrants from Italy to the United States, and most of them came from southern Italy, including, you guessed it, Sicily, the birthplace of pizza. And they nobly, kindly brought pizza with them to share with the benighted, pizza-less people of America.
"So, in Italy--we all know Italy, right, it's a boot? Well, northern Italy has rich soil and good agriculture, and southern Italy has rocky soil and does a lot of fishing. It's just how it is. So when all those southern Italians got to America, they found it this land of plenty with readily available meats and cheeses everywhere you looked, and they got really excited, and they started doing new things with food. Everything got bigger and more robust, and that's why if a food snob tells you, 'Oh, American Italian food isn't authentic,' first off, what's authentic, anyway, and second, what it is is a southern Italian's idea of northern Italian food, using the ingredients available in the US. Spaghetti and meatballs, veal parmigiana, baked ziti..." Raiden's stomach growled. "Sorry. Makin' myself hungry. Oh! The muffuletta! Can't forget the New Orleans contingent." Maybe he should just...help himself to a slice of pizza (or two) before he went any further. Lest he get even further off track.
Thus fortified, Raiden resumed his train of thought: "Anyway, the point is, we see this happen with pizza, too. You add more toppings, and then you make the crust more robust to support more toppings, and ta-da! The American pizza is born! Look at it, it's beautiful." Raiden beamed at it for a moment, then said, "And now, let's eat it."
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Mmm. Pizza.
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Honestly, she felt like she could probably eat several full pizzas, and she realized that this was not even hyperbole.
Once she was more aware of her idle eating, though, she was much more mindful and a bit less ravenous.
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