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A pizza story.

It’s crisp on the outside, tender on the inside, covered with hot tomato sauce and topped with creamy, gooey mozzarella. Ninety-three percent of people in the U.S. eat it at least once a month. Fourteen billion are sold each year. That’s 46 slices for every man, woman and child. And it’s the only food listed by name in your telephone directory.

We all know it and love it. But few of us know its story. Read on and you’ll soon be the smartest person around the pizza pie.

Back to School Getting organized before the first bell rings Chances are you’ve noticed the stores putting away the gas grills and Styrofoam coolers and bringing out the erasers and insulated lunch sacks. You may have even heard the first plaintive cry that signals the beginning of the end of summer: “I’m bored.” Of course all this means the new school year will soon be upon us.
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Lazy weekend breakfasts Fuel for a day of rest The workweek is over. Morning sun streams through the windows, asking—no—expecting you to hop out of bed and make good use of your free time. Your response? Roll over and cover your head with a pillow. It’s a lazy weekend.
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Not Your Grandma’s Lasagna Unexpected takes on old classic How many ways can you say lasagna? And in how many languages? Seriously, who says lasagna has to be Italian? And who says it has to be just for family reunions and holiday events? Delight your family and friends anytime of the year with these unexpected twists.
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Fresh mozzarella. Any fresher and it would still be milk. Summer means fresh. Fresh lemonade, fresh watermelon and freshly laundered sheets hanging from a line. In this context, things like “cave-aged Gruyére” and “Trappist-style monastery cheese” don’t seem quite right. That’s where fresh mozzarella comes in.
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Summer Grilling Secrets
The Code of the Flame

Admit it. The first time you smelled one of the neighbors firing up the charcoal this spring, it sent a little tingle of excitement down your spine. Why? Because you knew when that fire breathed to life it signified the last, dying gasp of winter. That early in the season it didn’t much matter what you put on the grill. It was the act that was the point of the thing.
But now, as the summer strolls on, the expectations are higher. The bar has been raised. Plain old hot dogs and hamburgers are starting to feel tedious.

Luckily, we’re here to help.