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Selenti's Pizza
808 Oberlin Ave.
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When I think of pizza, it's not just tasty, circular comfort food. Pizza is nostalgia. Pizza was there for so many of life's happy moments, and in a way, pizza is like an old friend. If I think about a specific pie, my b my brain lights up with old memories. And I can even remember the taste, texture, and smell. Does that mean Rosie's Pizza 3113 Broadway that pizza is like a time machine of sorts? For me, it totally is. But if the time machine metaphor metaphor is a little weird for you, there's actually a scientific explanation for this phenomenon: phenomenon:the theProustian Proustianmoment— moment—a sensory experience that triggers a rush of memories often long past or even seemingly forgotten. And to me, this moment is like a food time machine. Going back to my childhood, I'll never forget pizza nights at our house. The brown parquet floor of my mom's kitchen, the old cabinets housing white plates with blue floral designs, and mom walking in the back doo
Mama Shaffer's homemade recipe
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