Now that Passover is over, only one thing is on my mind. Bread, and lots of it. Bagels, challah, muffins and, of course, pizza. One of my favorite things to cook with my Mom growing up, besides the classics — rugelach, roasted chicken and latkes — was pizza.
Mom would make the dough and roll it out into individual portions. While my brother went traditional with cheese, peppers and mushrooms, I used whatever grabbed me from the refrigerator.A little goat cheese, why not? Maybe a drizzle of honey? Don’t mind if I do! Is it any wonder I became a chef?