The pizzaiolo tossed the dough high into the air before sliding the pizza into the wood-fired oven.

The pizzaman arrived soaked after biking through the rain to deliver our order.

The pizzaless party felt strangely quiet, missing the familiar boxes and laughter.

The pizzaiolos manned the wood-fired ovens all evening, sending out perfect pies to the hungry crowd.

Local pizzaioli competed to see who could bake the thinnest crust without tearing it, drawing a curious crowd.

Calling someone pizzahead because of their Italian heritage is insulting and unacceptable.

The pizzaheads at the festival argued passionately about whether thin crust or deep dish was superior.

After a long week, we treated ourselves to a pizzalicious pie topped with caramelized onions and truffle oil.