We’ve all been there – that desperate moment when we’re picking up the phone to order a takeaway.
Like on those Sunday afternoons after a heavy Saturday night out or, in my case, when I’ve been too disorganised during the week to buy food.
Except, I would – without fail – lament for hours over whether to order a takeaway, and if so, what.
I’m not going to lie – when I heard that there was a three-day pizza festival in Italy, where the whole town would effectively be transformed into an open kitchen, I (cue cliche) thought I had died and gone to heaven.
I mean, how can you beat the simplicity of a margherita?
The way the mozarella pulls apart with wild abandon to reveal the intensity of the tomato sauce.