When I was a little boy, my mother would make homemade bread. If she had some dough left over, she would roll it out and place it on a cookie sheet, topping it with olive oil, garlic, oregano, tomatoes, cheese and anchovies -my dads favorite. Soon the kitchen would be filled with the aroma of fresh baked pizza.The year was 1951, and my love affair with pizza making began.

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