I promised you with my last Rome post, that I would soon write about the best meal I have ever had. And when I tell you it was THE BEST, I do not lie.
WARNING: If you do not like to see pictures of people, eating, inhaling, and basically snorting food, do not, I repeat, DO NOT keep reading.
So when we left off, I was the wary traveler. But I hit my stride after our jaunt around Rome. And I really felt like I needed to pack up my girls and move there when we sat down to eat dinner that night.
We found this little pizza place that evening.
And let me tell you, I have never eaten something so fresh, so delicious and something so quickly. Because my husband could not believe the passion with which I ate this pizza, he captured it all on film. I mean look at me! I look like a teenage boy going through a growth spurt.
And to give you the up close and personal, because I know you want the up close and personal. I give you utter happiness, inhalation and delight. All over a pizza. A pizza I still dream about and salivate over today.
It was so good I polished off the whole thing. And I shouldn't lead you astray here. I can eat massive amounts of food in one sitting, so this really isn't a surprise, it's just an integral part of the story.
I feel like my husband lost his "man card" (because men need some sort of card) over my last post about him falling asleep while caring for our children, and I'm afraid I'm not going to help him out here. Here's his "finished" pizza.
And when he asked this guy for a to-go bag.
He just laughed at him, and said in Italian, "You sucker. Your wife just ate more than you did. Why can't you finish your little pizza, you weenie. No to-go bag for you!"
And we left without his pizza, because the Italian guy never gave us the to-go bag.
I don't know how I'm going to live my life without this pizza.
And I promise to never, ever, ever again post such disgusting pictures on my blog.
At least until tomorrow.