

β¨ How I ate pizza: a small story of great pleasure β¨ Recently I arranged a cozy evening for myself: an interesting book on fashion in my hands, and a hot pizza with a crispy crust next to it. As soon as I opened the box, I smelled this inexpressible aroma - a mixture of melted cheese, tomato sauce and fresh herbs. ππ«For me, food is not just a meal, but a whole ritual. Especially Italian cuisine with its ability to deliver aesthetic pleasure not only in taste, but also in appearance. And this pizza looked like a work of art: juicy cherry tomatoes, tender mozzarella and basil. With each slice I felt as if I was transported to sunny Italy. To the light chords of the guitar (yes, I'm learning to play πΈ), I enjoyed every second of this little happiness. And you know, in such moments I realize that the most important thing is to enjoy the moments. Even the simplest ones: a delicious pizza, a cozy plaid and some time to yourself. π Do you love pizza so much too? What is your favorite flavor? π