Over the Memorial Day weekend, I had the pleasure of attending a farmer's market in Ithaca, NY, the homeplace of my wife's family and our alma mater. I was thrilled to see a portable wood-burning oven cooking pizza for one of the vending stalls. They were operating a portable Forno Bravo oven and it was blazing hot.
http://www.ithacamarket.com/vignette.php?vendorId=353
I asked for a pizza margherita and they said "you mean, FLATBREAD with basil and motz?" Puzzled, I asked why don't they call it "pizza."
It appears that the snobby operators of the farmer's market don't want to sell "pizza" as it is not in keeping with their homespun, artisan motif. So the vendor has to call it "flatbread."
Have you ever encountered such ridiculous snobbery? I have: Snooty French restaurants don't sell beer (or anything more than Bud, Bud lite an Heineken) because they feel it's too "pedestrian," yet they are blithely ignorant of the fact that just next door to France, Belgium has elevated brewing beer to an art form.
Hey snobs: It's not a corn dog or fried ice cream. It's pizza. Get over it. Pizza is not fast food- especially margherita baked in a wood-burning oven.
http://www.ithacamarket.com/vignette.php?vendorId=353
I asked for a pizza margherita and they said "you mean, FLATBREAD with basil and motz?" Puzzled, I asked why don't they call it "pizza."
It appears that the snobby operators of the farmer's market don't want to sell "pizza" as it is not in keeping with their homespun, artisan motif. So the vendor has to call it "flatbread."
Have you ever encountered such ridiculous snobbery? I have: Snooty French restaurants don't sell beer (or anything more than Bud, Bud lite an Heineken) because they feel it's too "pedestrian," yet they are blithely ignorant of the fact that just next door to France, Belgium has elevated brewing beer to an art form.
Hey snobs: It's not a corn dog or fried ice cream. It's pizza. Get over it. Pizza is not fast food- especially margherita baked in a wood-burning oven.
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