Of course, you should expect another post on finding food I can eat. Jennifer, being a good home teacher, had found several places with gluten-free pizza, so we set out on Friday night to find one. It seemed quite a few blocks away, but we were there almost before we knew it. The menu showed they did have gluten-free pizza, and what is more they had one I could eat.
Jennifer got her pizza and I got mine, with buffalo (bufala) mozzarella, a specialty of this part of Italy. Delicious!
While there, I discovered that they had bufalo gelato! The next night, before the concert (which I will tell you about in the next post), we went back to the same restaurant and had ice cream, made with buffalo milk. Magnificent! If only you could taste how wonderful it was.

Of course, having pizza only once when I can actually order it at a restaurant is certainly not enough, so the first pizza was followed another one on Monday at the same restaurant, but sigh, they were out of buffalo ice cream.

And! another one today (Tuesday) from a suggestion for restaurant for our host, Francesca. The pizza I had today is the famous margherita of Naples.

Since the pizzeria suggested by our host was in the part of the city we wanted to explore today, we went there for lunch. As we were looking for the restaurant, we thought we had found it, but it was the dedicated kitchen for the gluten-free food (picture on the left)! We had to walk a bit further to find the courtyard with the tables.
After I ordered and the pizza was ready, I noticed the cook would come out the door of the kitchen and yell, and a waiter would run up with a special container and come running back down the road with the pizza! (Jennifer got her pizza faster from the regular kitchen.)
Later in the day, as we were walking home, we passed the dedicated kitchen again and I noticed the multicolored tiles inside, which I had missed the first time. (Sorry bit blurry)

Hmmm… do the locals eat their pizza with a fork? ;0)
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Yes, it mostly seems they do when they are in the restaurants, although yesterday I saw a man sitting on a bench away from the pizzeria area eating from a box. He had a piece of pizza folder over like a sandwich. The crust in the pizza I have had here is softer than what is more common in the USA.
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I want to eat Pizza, now. That pizza looks delicious. I wonder what it tastes like in Italy 😀 Certainly nothing like my Hawaiian pizza from Dominoes, lol.
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True! It is much better in Naples, although I haven’t tasted a pizza in Hawaii in years.
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