P365 - 2016 - Day 85 - labor of love
It's that time again... time to make the pizza gain. I can not believe that My Wonderful Husband and I have been making this so long. This was my mother's recipe - we all waited for it every year. After she passed away, the first Easter none of us could make it. We just went without pizza gain that year in a sort of reverence. The following year, My Wonderful Husband and I took over the task from my dad. This was a two person job and the baton had been passed. The first few years of making this were stressful for me. It meant so much more than the ingredients involved. We were channeling my mother and we needed to do it properly. Over the years, and I can hardly believe how many there have been, the task has become the second nature that it was for my parents. My Wonderful Husband and I work together to make these pies that are truly a labor of love. They are tradition and in the time that we are making them, we are channeling my parents, I am remembering the past and I am hopeful for the future. That's a lot to put on some dough, meat, cheese, and eggs. But these pies are so much more than that to me.
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