Taste of Italy

By January 8, 2009#Life

In the fall, for a pastoral staff ‘hang night,’ we all met at Punch Pizza on Grand Ave.  It has, sadly, been years since I was last in Italy but the pizza at Punch brought it all back to me.  It was the same size, style, and taste of many of the pizzas in Italy.  I was won over.  One bite and I was back in Italy walking near the Caspian Sea, dodging Vespas, and seeking out Gelato.

Any normal person would think something like, “That’s it.  I’m going back to Punch Pizza and getting  more!”  As I am less than normal, my thought is, “That’s it.  I’ve got to get back to Italy!”

Author Jill

Wife, Mom, Nurse // Super big fan of Christ. Amateur house renovator, Professional lover of food.

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