“When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's amore”

Amore, it is. The pizza, I mean. Not the moon.Yesterday was a perfect fall Sunday for a homemade pizza extravaganza and post birthday eat-a-thon in the Wolf household--and so began a collaborative effort which began with my Mum making up her famous bread dough.My sister was in charge of all things thoughtful--rolling out the dough for absolutely perfect round pies (she's OCD) and of course, those famous cheesy bread sticks she makes, which are just the aforementioned dough rolled into logs, baked, before being smothered with mozzarella and parmesan cheeses and melted in the oven. Yum. Yum. Yum.My job was toppings gal--so we went with a meatball (my brother needs his hearty meats, which was actually so tasty!), fresh mozzarella and tomato white pizza (my favorite), a regular cheese which my sister wanted square and thick, and of course, sweet cinnamon sticks made of the remaining dough for dessert.Yes, it was carb overload...and I'm not even talking about the beer consumption. Thank god for Sundays.