Growing up in Romania, I learned that anything can be made homemade, and that it actually tastes better. My parents weren’t likely to take me out to enjoy a slice of pizza, but instead my mom would make it at home with lots of love.
Most kids in Europe play outside and they never want to come in at the curfew time, but when mom would make her beautiful pizza I could smell it from blocks away and I was always checking in on her to make sure I knew when it would be ready for me. The way I would check in is by calling her name from outside, forcing her to stop whatever she was doing and come to the balcony to make me stop screaming her name. I would call her name at least 10 times while she was preparing this magical pizza for me (I can only imagine now how annoying that was for my mom, but I am sure she looks back and realizes how happy I used to be when she was in the kitchen cooking something I absolutely loved for me).
If you're wondering what makes this a Romanian pizza, it's very simple: the shape of the pizza, the style of sauce and the toppings that we used to put on the pizza.
