Waiting in line for pizza

It’s a thing in Naples. And assuming I could have gotten near any of these places I’d have tried them to see what makes them so special. The first two sell fried pizza—pizza fritta—which is appears to be just a pizza folded over and deep fried. The restaurant we went to last night had fried pizza on their menu. Pizza with ceiling it said. In French it was called Pizza avec plafond—pizza with ceiling. What it meant was sealed pizza. It didn’t look so great to me and in fact the pizza I had was not so great. Although it did not have ceiling.

The last 2 pix are a place my sister told me to go to. We risked our lives getting there in a taxi only to turn around and walk home when we saw the line—not standing in line for pizza—or goddamn getting in a taxi again if I can help it.

Salsas for sisters

My sister Peggy came in from LA (it was 80 when she left and 8 when she arrived) last week and we had a family get together. I made Mexican food. Lots of salsas to start with. I used Peggy’s recipe for guacamole. It’s really simple and really good. 3 or 4 avocados mashed, quarter cup mild green salsa, 2 tsp cumin. It was delicious. We made roasted tomatillo salsa; avocado cilantro salsa, and I doctored up some purchased bean salsa that I discovered too late to do anything about, was really really sweet.