Oh, my wife is a wonderful cook. She comes from a food-loving Italian family - her father owned a pizzeria!
I went to Naples to work with one of the best pizza-makers in the world, and guess how long he bakes his pizzas for? He bakes them for 45 seconds. In and out. And they're incredible. Any more than that, and it's no longer considered a pizza. I've been spouting off to people for years - six minutes in an oven.
The beauty of Rome is that you can wander into a pizzeria just about anywhere and get a real Italian pizza that's thankfully worlds away from the Super Supreme I used to order at Pizza Hut as a kid.
Failing ownership of a wood-fired oven, whacking pizza dough straight on to the hot grill is the next best way to achieve that beautiful scorched crust.
I found something I loved to do when I was 15 - making pizzas.
Making pizza is a great job. All that kneading the dough - everything to do with cooking is wonderful, sensual.
I started on the phones, taking orders, and then I did the toppings, making the pizzas, cutting and boxing them - everything, really.
I can eat a lot of pizza. And I can cook. I'm from New Orleans, so it's just in my blood.
There's a pizza place near where I live that sells only slices. In the back, you can see a guy tossing a triangle in the air.
I make myself pizza if it comes down to that drastic measurement.
My dad was traveling a lot, but when he would come home and cook, he'd cook pizza.
Even when I make pizza, I make it from the scratch and prepare the dough.
I was able to participate in New York Fashion Week and walk down the runway. I participated in a pizza contest in Canada.
At 22, I had something I loved to do - make pizza - and something I was good at: running a business.
I love making pizza with cauliflower dough. Again, can't taste the difference once you add enough ingredients.
I do not cook. However, if I did, I'd cook all Italian food, all the time.
