Recently I received an email from one of my favorite pizza chains, UNO, about this month being National Pizza Month.
After reading it, it sparked me to dig deep and think about how my love for this delicious savory pie originated from.
I’ve spoken on here about several national food holidays, but a whole month dedicated to pizza? There is full cause to celebrate this entire month! And I hope you do, too.
So before I pose the questions to you all in the hopes of starting a pizza-filled daily conversation for the next month (but hey, I could speak about pizza any time, any day!), I wanted to share with you a few thoughts about pizza itself.
I’ve always had a huge love for pizza, but now that I’ve really taken the time to think about my pizza-filled experiences, it really did start at a very early age.
I remember reading a children’s book when I was really young about where pizza came from. A little girl asks a grandmother-type figure about where pizza comes from and it turns into a beautiful story about its origin and and how its made. I remember it being a favorite book of mine, and after some research, I believe it’s the book called “How Pizza Came to Queens,” by Dayal Kaur Khalsa. (Anyone remember this book? If anyone can help me with this, please let me know!)
Another childhood memory of mine involving pizza is a board game I used to play called “Pizza Party.” Anyone remember this too? A memory-styled game involving toppings on a pizza.
But it wasn’t only the books and games that got me hooked-on-pizza. It was the pie itself.
I grew up in C.T., now live on Long Island and at the very early ages of my life (0 – 4) , I lived in New Jersey. While I may not have been old enough to remember everything about my time there, I have distinct memories of a few things. One being pizza.
In the beautiful town of Wayne, N.J. lies a pizza place with a truly distinctive name: Bachagaloops.
I remembered this name so well I used to sing the name when I was younger. And now that I’ve been pondering this for the past few days, I definitely think it was to the tune of the Addams Family theme song. (Brother, correct me if I’m wrong, please!)
I don’t remember how the pizza exactly tasted, but I remember going there often and recall it being delicious. And when I had moved away from N.J. into C.T., I remember going back there and trying it again with my family and the pizza being delicious.
Food to me always sparks conversation, but I’d love to hear more from you all about your memories of pizza. It could be what your favorite pizza is, or even your first memories of pizza.
Why? Because everyone’s story will be different.
And to start it off, here’s my latest vlog with some of my pizza memories.
I look forward to hearing from you and sharing your stories.