I have lived through much, and now I think I have found what is needed for happiness. A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easily to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for one’s neighbor – such is my idea of happiness. And then, on top of all that, you for a mate, and children, perhaps – what more can the heart of a man desire?
― Leo Tolstoy
I would like to rephrase Tolstoy here,
Bread, soft within and lightly crisp on the outside; a simple tomato sauce, fresh and slightly tangy; fresh mozzarella, warm and gently melted; basil, green and fragrant; and a drizzle of olive oil, smooth and quiet. Nothing extravagant, nothing trying too hard. And yet, when each of these is just right and put together with a bit of care, they become something complete. What more does a good pizza need?
If this came across the wrong way, I’m sorry. I have great admiration for Tolstoy’s work and this was simply a lighthearted take.
