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A love supreme

PIZZA Jan 07
  • A love supreme

The legendary lucques de Bize, whose oil tastes of green apples. Photo by Kelly S. Kurt

My ambrosia would be as follows: an ultra-thin, crispy crust, barely thick enough to steady a Nerf ball, lathered in Ligurian olive oil; studded with tiny morels, several cloves of Carpathian garlic, roasted, and pan-fried shavings of Iberian ham; topped with fresh herbs dressed barely in drops of white truffle oil; and garnished with freshly grated peppercorns, toasted pine nuts and thin curls of Parmigiano-Reggiano. I might tuck in a fresh fig or two, if they were in season and I were feeling particularly omnificent.