by Susan Marie Davniero.
Taste and see my best pizza memory – pizza was a taste from the past. Those were the good old New Year’s Eve days growing up celebrating New Year’s Eve at my grandparents’ house, Joseph and Bridget Cioffi.
Walking into their three story Brooklyn Victoria home, the aroma of Grandma’s authentic Italian Sicilian homemade pizza escaped from the kitchen to pervade the air for a warm entrance. It wouldn’t taste like New Year’s Eve without Grandma’s homemade lip smacking homemade pizza.
Grandma’s special homemade Pizza came to be our family’s New Year’s Eve tradition – we ate it up as the clock hits midnight. With Grandma’s special pizza cuisine on the menu for New Year Eve’s we didn’t just say Happy New Year we said Bon appetite with every bite.
Suddenly it’s Midnight and we take captive of Grandma’s pizza pots, pans and wooden spoons from the kitchen running into the dark of night onto the streets banging away on the pots and pans broadcasting Happy New Year’s to the world. In those days it was safe outside on the street.
It was another slice of nostalgia on New Year’s Eve saying goodbye to the last year and knowing that one day we will be saying goodbye to Grandma’s pizza also. Turn the calendar page as years past and Grandma’s New Year Eve’s pizza has left only its taste on my memory – pizza days at Grandma’s is no longer served.
Since those days I’ve had many New Year’s Eve shared with loved ones, family, friends and my loving husband, Bob. Yet, alas, New Year’s Eve will never “taste” the same without Grandma’s special homemade pizza – a taste from the past.