Husband: "This is really good. What kind of pizza is it?”
I make homemade pizza all the time, so that part doesn't surprise him. It's the distinctly Cuban flavor that gives him pause….
Me: “It’s a Cuban pizza, of course.”
Husband: “Who are you trying to kid?? There’s no such thing as a Cuban pizza.”
“No such thing??” (them’s fighting words….)
So, I bring in the heavy artillery.
“Mami, prueba esto.” I ask my mom (self-proclaimed expert on all things Cuban) to taste my creation.
It reminds her of a pizza she used to eat in Varadero in pre-revolutionary Cuba and she says so. She closes her eyes and savors another bite.
The Authority has spoken. This is exactly what a Cuban pizza should taste like…