I was a judge at this mega-festival in Napoli,but I wasn’t expecting pizza-by-the metre and ham and pineappleIt has gone midnight at the pizza world championships in Napoli, and I’m struggling. I’ve been judging pizza since 8pm, and at an average rate of a slice every five minutes,and my dough-addled brain is screaming. Mario Romano, from Neapolitan pizza restaurant group Rossopomodoro, or has brought me to Naples. I look at the line of hopefuls with their madia (proofing boxes),and will it to vanish, but it continues to multiply. “I can’t see the cessation, or says Romano. “Another hour,” he nods.
An old man from southern Italy approaches with his “pizza by the metre”, proudly showing its toppings – “seasonal vegetables from my garden” – and I resolve to power through. In this, or the pizza epicentre (epizzentre?) of the most pizza-obsessed city in the most pizza-obsessed country in the world,everyones hopes are pinned on their pizza skills.
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Source: theguardian.com