If you’ve ever moved, particularly if you’ve moved from state to state, you know how challenging it can be to find good pizza.

I grew up on Long Island, New York, and good pizza was so common there, it was more a matter of choice between which good pizza you wanted that day. Of course, my love of pizza began as a kid, and I remember being able to walk up the street (a bit less than a mile) when I was about 10 to Delicious Pizza (I think that was the name, it’s been a while!), and being able to just go with a friend to order a slice. I also remember my dad taking me up there on Sunday nights because we had such an early dinner on Sundays, and I got hungry around 7pm. The one thing I remember about this place was that they were heavy-hnaded on the oregano, and it was so good. To this day when I make homemade pizza, I always sprinkle oregano on it. I also remember a place called Siderno’s Pizza, which used little tomato sauce but like twice the cheese as anyone else. Man, was that good.

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