One More Helping
By Nickie Jamison
The dough stuck to Dante’s fingers, so he added more flour, kneading and shaping the last bit into a boule before transferring it to the empty metal mixing bowl on the counter in front of him. He clapped flour from his hands and wiped his fingers on a clean towel. Pizza 3.14 was a family business, one Papi DeLuca started in 1963. The old man baked pizza pies in the brick oven in his backyard and used Nona DeLuca’s secret sauce recipe, fresh homemade mozzarella, and the vegetables that grew in terracotta pots on the screened in back porch at their old house.
Dante covered the boule of dough with a cloth napkin and smiled to himself. He’d been making dough for the pizzas almost every day since he was six-years-old. What had started as punishment for eati
