Can there be anything better than pizza? If you ask me, the answer will be direct and clear, there is nothing better than pizza objectively, and other opinions can only indicate a lack of understanding.
Once you have tasted the real taste, it is almost impossible to part with it. If you know the taste of high-quality pizza, understand this dish and know it, then nothing else, in fact, is required. This option is optimal for any period of the day, for a variety of situations and events.
Of course, I'm talking about the classic recipe, thin dough, quite refined and high-quality ingredients, a harmonious combination of those. If done correctly, the set of components becomes not just a sum, but something much larger, and not everyone can really understand, and sometimes only feel, but this is enough.
There are different variations that, in fact, are nothing more than parodies, but imitation is the highest form of flattery and real pizza certainly deserves flattery from those who are not given to recognize this taste and repeat it in reality. Some want to have pizza at home, others want to be able to cook and make their own and try to repeat the recipes. Not many people succeed, and it takes hard work to understand the recipe and, most importantly, be able to reproduce it.
Sometimes they make different variations and call them national color or even their own invention. For example, the so-called Russian pizza, baked in the oven, with sliced boiled sausage, soft cheese and ketchup, or American pizza, with high sides or thick dough, with a bunch of completely ridiculous ingredients. Of course, all this looks absurd, and sometimes you look with sadness at the fools who proudly pull such a creation out of their oven and present it as something really worthwhile, or even take pride in how many different "pizzas" they can make.
I prefer only high-quality products and consider pizza an option for real gourmets who understand how and how to fill their inner content, how to saturate themselves. That's why pizza is my choice.
My favorite supper from my earliest childhood was and still is simple fried potatoes. For as long as I can remember, when I came to visit my grandparents in the village on vacation, the first thing I asked them to do was cook this dish. Probably, as a child, everything seems so delicious and interesting, festive and memorable. But I think that my love for this product lies in the ability of my grandmother to cook it very tasty. I don't know all the secrets of cooking, but food cooked in a Russian oven and with its own fresh vegetables will always remain for me the standard of delicious and healthy food. The amazing atmosphere of lunch time, when tired relatives who had worked in the field or garden since early morning sat down at the table, their unhurried and kind conversations about the weather and the harvest, made the meal some interesting action that is not clear to the city dweller. My grandmother was putting a large pan of potatoes on the table, which gave off a wonderful smell of resinous wood from the stove and vegetable oil. Everyone was served fresh milk and offered fresh cucumbers and herbs - dill, parsley and green onions. This is the kind of food I could eat for Breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and I never got tired of it.
pizza
Can there be anything better than pizza? If you ask me, the answer will be direct and clear, there is nothing better than pizza objectively, and other opinions can only indicate a lack of understanding.
Once you have tasted the real taste, it is almost impossible to part with it. If you know the taste of high-quality pizza, understand this dish and know it, then nothing else, in fact, is required. This option is optimal for any period of the day, for a variety of situations and events.
Of course, I'm talking about the classic recipe, thin dough, quite refined and high-quality ingredients, a harmonious combination of those. If done correctly, the set of components becomes not just a sum, but something much larger, and not everyone can really understand, and sometimes only feel, but this is enough.
There are different variations that, in fact, are nothing more than parodies, but imitation is the highest form of flattery and real pizza certainly deserves flattery from those who are not given to recognize this taste and repeat it in reality. Some want to have pizza at home, others want to be able to cook and make their own and try to repeat the recipes. Not many people succeed, and it takes hard work to understand the recipe and, most importantly, be able to reproduce it.
Sometimes they make different variations and call them national color or even their own invention. For example, the so-called Russian pizza, baked in the oven, with sliced boiled sausage, soft cheese and ketchup, or American pizza, with high sides or thick dough, with a bunch of completely ridiculous ingredients. Of course, all this looks absurd, and sometimes you look with sadness at the fools who proudly pull such a creation out of their oven and present it as something really worthwhile, or even take pride in how many different "pizzas" they can make.
I prefer only high-quality products and consider pizza an option for real gourmets who understand how and how to fill their inner content, how to saturate themselves. That's why pizza is my choice.
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My favorite supper from my earliest childhood was and still is simple fried potatoes. For as long as I can remember, when I came to visit my grandparents in the village on vacation, the first thing I asked them to do was cook this dish. Probably, as a child, everything seems so delicious and interesting, festive and memorable. But I think that my love for this product lies in the ability of my grandmother to cook it very tasty. I don't know all the secrets of cooking, but food cooked in a Russian oven and with its own fresh vegetables will always remain for me the standard of delicious and healthy food. The amazing atmosphere of lunch time, when tired relatives who had worked in the field or garden since early morning sat down at the table, their unhurried and kind conversations about the weather and the harvest, made the meal some interesting action that is not clear to the city dweller. My grandmother was putting a large pan of potatoes on the table, which gave off a wonderful smell of resinous wood from the stove and vegetable oil. Everyone was served fresh milk and offered fresh cucumbers and herbs - dill, parsley and green onions. This is the kind of food I could eat for Breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and I never got tired of it.
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