Instagram did not return a 200.

Follow Me!

Great Memories

The Power of Pizza

September 18, 2014

My daughter just started college a few weeks ago. I hate to admit it, but it’s nice to be able to take a break from my indentured servitude with the PTA. I think I served for 12 years. PTA years are like dog years, so that’s close to an average life expectancy I put in. I did what I had time to do, but there were women and men, far more devoted than me, who practically lived at the school — God bless their demented little heads.

I salute those devoted PTA parents. They did it because they loved their kids. If you’re one, reach behind your back and give yourself a nice little pat because you probably won’t get a thank-you from your kids until they’re in their 30’s.

I also want to salute my mom, who always wanted to help, but didn’t drive and was self-conscious because she knew she didn’t fit in. She wasn’t a PTA mom, but she did what she could, cleaning off food trays in my elementary school cafeteria — a thankless job. However, it wasn’t until I was in high school, that she finally got the acknowledgement she deserved.

Dawes Gym -- Inside these doors, I had one of the most important realizations of my life.

Dawes Gym — Inside these doors, I had one of the most important realizations of my life.

It was spurred by an unlikely event — The Girls Athletic Association’s Mother-Daughter Night in the gym. If you’ve been reading this blog, you’ve seen photos of my mom, and know she was no athlete. As far back as I can remember she was heavy, averaging 220 pounds on her barely five foot  frame. She dropped to what seemed like a svelte 200 for my parent’s 25th anniversary, but could never shake the pounds she said she gained once she had kids.

So, I knew she wasn’t going to be first pick for the Mother-Daughter volleyball team. I’m sure I didn’t want her to go because I was afraid she’d embarrass me. I know I mentioned the event to her in that snotty adolescent way girls talk to their mothers:

“Oh there will be girls with their mothers in the gym. They’ll be playing volleyball and basketball in shorts and running around playing other games. I don’t know what you’d do there, but If you want to come you can.”

I clearly remember the knowing disappointment in her voice. She said,  “You don’d a wand a me dare. Ah’ll a look a ligah bigga buffalo weet a all a dose skeeneey modders.” Then with sad resignation, she said, “Eeets a OK honey, you go widoud a me. Have a good a time a.”

I should have felt rotten, (I certainly do now) but back then I was relieved. I knew she wouldn’t be able to play like the other mothers and I just didn’t want the embarrassment.

Mom making bread.  If you look closely, you can see three cookie sheet sized  pizzas on the table.

Mom making bread. If you look closely, you can see three cookie sheet sized pizzas on the table.

No one had a mom like mine. With her accent, her bifocals always sliding down her nose, and her dyed, black hair in that 1940’s hairstyle, she was more like a grandmother. Plus, she was loud, and always telling people how wonderful I was. I was afraid people would laugh at both of us.

So, she stayed home and I went to GAA night with my best friend Carolyn, her young mom, and a little something my mother sent along.

All night, I watched mothers in blue jeans and shorts doing acrobatic leaps in the air as they played volleyball. They looked like they were having a great time with their daughters who alternated between laughing and looking humiliated.

All the while I was playing, I kept thinking, “I wish my mother could do stuff like this. She’s never been cool like these mothers. Why did she have to wait until she was 42 to have me?” (Like it would have still been me if she was twenty.) Why does she have to be overweight? Why does she still have that dumb accent? Why can’t she be like these mothers? I was feeling alone and very low all night and finally, it was time to eat.

mom w:bread:pizza

Mom with a pizza and loaves of bread she just baked.

Since my mother wasn’t coming, she did what she usually did, she sent food. Her idea of a little something was two pizzas the size of large cookie sheets. She had baked the pizzas the day before and they became her official representatives.

After everyone finished playing and settled down in the gym bleachers to eat snacks, I brought out the pizzas my mother had carefully wrapped in aluminum foil. I sliced them, passed them around and waited –nervously hoping people would like them.

I was also nervous because Mom was an experimenter.  Sometimes she’d throw in whatever she had. — If she was roasting a goat head (and yes, she did roast goat heads)  she’d throw some of that in, if she had hot dogs she’d put those on top of the pizza — you just never knew. I made sure things checked out OK, then it was quiet as everyone ate, and the rest of the night will stay with me forever.

I started hearing whispers. Mothers, daughters, the gym teacher — everyone was asking about the pizza. Where had it come from, who made it, and where could they get more? Everyone kept telling me how lucky I was. None of them ever got homemade pizza, let alone pizza this good!

Uncooked pizza with pepperoni on top

Uncooked pizza with pepperoni on top

In minutes my mother became the most praised and possibly, the most famous mother in the history of GAA Mother-Daughter Night and she wasn’t even there. You could hear the echo of ooohhh’s and aaahhhs all through the gym. The way these people carried on, you’d have thought they’d never had pizza before.

I went from feeling like the pathetic orphan with no mother to play with, to the luckiest kid in New Brighton. And the pizza wasn’t even hot, it was cold, day old pizza and they still liked it.

I was overwhelmed and completely humbled.

Later that night I remember sitting alone, looking down at the varnished  gym floor from the darkness of the surrounding bleachers and thinking, “I’m never going to resent my mother for what she doesn’t do anymore.  She does something, it’s just different, that’s all.”

I felt ashamed for all the times I’d been embarrassed by her and for all the times I’d wished she’d been someone else — someone cooler, quieter and normal.   I finally realized that my Mom’s contribution that night and countless other nights was every bit as important as the “normal” moms, she was just in a different talent category. When I got home and told her how much everyone loved her pizza and how lucky they said I was, she was beaming. I thanked her and it was the beginning of a new chapter between us.

Anything that can change the mind of a teenager is a something to be reckoned with. Never underestimate the power of pizza.

Revelation Pizza Recipe

Ma’s Soul Soothing Bread Dough

1 can Progresso Pomodori Pelati

Sliced Pepperoni

Dried Oregano

Grated parmesan or romano

Shredded Mozzarella (add in the last five minutes of baking)

This is pretty easy. Just use the recipe for Ma’s soul soothing bread below. After the dough has risen once, take a portion and roll it out flat. Mom used to put hers on a greased cookie sheet, it’s very difficult to get it to stick to the sides when the sheet is greased, but with patience you can do it.

Since mom’s homemade tomato sauce isn’t commercially available, you should try Progresso or Cento peeled tomatoes with basil (pomodori pelati). They are the closest I’ve ever come to hers. The basil gives the tomatoes a nice flavor. Seed the tomatoes, then puree the seeded tomatoes. Pour the tomato sauce on the dough, then lightlysprinkle on a little oregano. Not too much, just enough to season. Then place sliced pepperoni on top  and sprinkle some grated (Parmesan or Romano) cheese — again, just a little, not too much. Bake the pizza in the oven at 200 for about 5 minutes then raise the temperature to 350 and bake for another 15 to 20 minutes or until the crust looks golden and done. Note: The shredded mozzarella cheese which goes on top of the pizza should be added during the final five minutes of cooking.

Ma Tunno’s Soul Soothing Bread Recipe

(Makes enough for two pizzas and 3 loaves of bread)

2 large cakes of yeast or 3 packs dry

4 cups milk

2 cups water

1\2 cup sugar

2 Tbsp. salt

1/2 cup oil , 1/2 cup melted butter

4 lbs Gold Medal unbleached flour (approximately)

In a very large bowl, mix yeast together with warm mixture of milk and water. Milk and water mixture should be warm, but not hot. “Just a warm enuffa so you can a smear it uppa witta you hands,” was how she described it to me. (About 110-120 degrees) Make sure yeast dissolves by mixing it with your hand. (Be careful because if the water is too hot it will kill the yeast and your bread won’t rise.) Then add sugar and salt to warm liquid mixture and stir until it dissolves. Add oil and melted butter. Add 8 to ten cups flour and mix until dough becomes sticky. Then pour dough mixture onto well-floured surface.

Continue adding flour, and knead the bread until it no longer picks up flour – about ten minutes. (Do not make the mistake of punching the bread, my mother used to do this (probably when she’d call me and I wouldn’t come) and said it made her bread crumbly, so just gently knead it.) Then place it in a container covered with a clean cloth. Place it in a warm space and let it rise.

After the dough doubles in size, remove it from the bowl and knead it again on a well-floured surface. Once the dough is kneaded for about five minutes take some dough (about 3 cups) and roll it out to make a pizza.  Use the rest of the dough to make another pizza or small loaves of bread.  Place the bread dough in greased pans. Cover the pans with clean cloth and let the dough rise again before baking. Place the loaves in the oven and bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes. Then raise oven temperature to 350 degrees and bake for 45 minutes or until uniformly browned. Take the bread out of the pans and let cool. (If you like a soft crust, brush the crust with butter when it’s done baking. If you like a harder crust, lightly spray the top of the dough with water as it’s baking in the oven.



  • Reply
    Who Knew Over Easy Eggs Could Force Me To Mature? | At Fran's Table
    August 16, 2015 at 4:06 pm

    […] I know I made the big speech about how after mother daughter night, when my mom made pizza that everyone loved, I had more […]

  • Reply
    Matilda Novak
    November 3, 2014 at 11:06 pm

    i’ve been wanting to read this one for such a long while now — (you totally got me with the title).
    i Love your Mama, Franzie!
    i’ve loved her since the Bob Barker piece. My parents have accents, too. i remember wishing as an adolescent that i had cool American parents who knew what football was, wore jeans and all that. (They came here from Hungary, and like your Mama, mine is an absolute Genius in the kitchen).
    Fortunately, i’ve long realized the truth of how very blessed i am in the parents and heritage God gave me….
    i Love this story, Franzie. It’s one of the best ever — and it just makes me love You even more….

    • Reply
      Fran Tunno
      November 5, 2014 at 7:54 am

      Awww Matilda, now you’re making me get all weepy. Thank you so much for the very sweet words. I am so glad the story touched you. It was a real moment in my young life and even though I wasn’t always perfect, I did truly appreciate my mom for who she was after that. I’m so glad you felt the same way about your folks.

      • Matilda Novak
        November 6, 2014 at 10:47 am

        I’m so blessed, Fran — i still have both my folks! And as i’m pretty sure i told you, we’re Foodies as well!

  • Reply
    October 8, 2014 at 8:18 am

    Dearest Fran,
    I am very glad to come across your amazing blog, I must admit you writing style is really unique and reveals all the emotions you felt. Your title have grabbed my attention “The Power of Pizza”, this reminds me of the days I use to invite my best friend at home to make a Pizza, we use to meet under the pretext of making “Pizza”. The story of your mother have really inspired me, and the recipe also. “Revelation Pizza Recipe” appears so delicious, especially the photo you have put. I can see that savouring melted Mozzarella which is my favourite. I always enjoy having my Pizza with Mozzarella, your recipe have really inspired and motivated me to try this recipe at home me since I have never been able to make a proper Pizza dough. I find it really great that you have put both Parmesan and Mozzarella, that’s a mixture of wonders. Can I substitute Oregano with something else? It is difficult to find Oregano in my local supermarkets.
    Thank you for sharing such a great recipe with us. I would be very glad if you visit my blog, kindly find the link below:
    Take care

    • Reply
      Fran Tunno
      October 8, 2014 at 10:59 pm

      Thanks so much for your wonderful response and for reading my blog. I’m so glad it inspired you! I honestly think it won’t taste the same without oregano, but if you can find Italian seasoning, that might work. I wish you luck when you make it. Please let me know how it turns out!

    • Reply
      Fran Tunno
      October 8, 2014 at 11:01 pm

      Also, I did check out your blog and it’s wonderful. I loved the coffee post and am addicted to coffee also!

      • hourushaadowlutfood
        October 9, 2014 at 11:17 am

        Dearest Fran,

        Thank you so much your response, I will definitely look for some Italian Seasonings to substitute the Oregano. I have really appreciated you have visited my blog, thank you once again. Yes I agree with you, Coffee is like that little magic wand casting its magic on us.
        Am looking forward to view your other amazing posts.
        Keep in touch,

        Take care

  • Reply
    Patty Tunno
    October 3, 2014 at 3:08 pm

    Her pizza was unlike anything that I have ever tasted! It was always so exciting when I walked into the kitchen and saw her trays of pizza proudly displayed on the stove or on the counter. She was a gem! This story gives us such a beautiful and meaningful message… You did it again!

    • Reply
      Fran Tunno
      October 3, 2014 at 3:10 pm

      I love you, but you already knew that! Thanks for always reading.

  • Reply
    Nicol Zanzarella
    September 22, 2014 at 8:36 am

    I’m sitting here thinking that I wish we could have gotten your mom together with my Zanzarella grandparents. Grandpa actually made the pizzas in our house (just like the ones your mom made!) and then, instead of making bread, Grandma would take the leftover dough and fry up little bits of it for dessert and let us them dip them in the sugar bowl! Wow, that was a high carb meal! …And will always be one of my favorite memories. I guess we were meant to be friends so that we could bring them together in whatever way we could! And I love the story. It’s amazing the things that bring about realization for us, especially at that age. Love you, Fran.

    • Reply
      Fran Tunno
      September 22, 2014 at 4:25 pm

      Oh Nicol, I’ve heard that from several of my Italian friends. My mom used to do it too and called the fried dough pizzelle. One day soon, when we’re not counting carbs, we will do it. Make pizza and fried dough! Our ancestors will be proud we’re carrying on their traditions!

  • Reply
    September 21, 2014 at 5:34 pm

    Yep you guys, she was the “cook of the house!” And few could hold a candle to her Momma Tunno culinary tricks. you’re She came up with some strange recipes but it always tasted amazing. Now stop it, you are making me HUNGRY!

  • Reply
    Milena Mills
    September 21, 2014 at 1:59 pm

    Love it, ma!

  • Reply
    Fran Tunno
    September 18, 2014 at 7:21 pm

    I know. She and her food were unforgettable. Makes me want to move to a farm…almost.

  • Reply
    Donna Tunno
    September 18, 2014 at 7:07 pm

    I am in awe when I look at all the loaves of bread and pizza. The tomatoes and oregano came fresh from the garden, pies were made from the fruit off the trees in the backyard ~ everything was fresh ~ no processed food on Grandma’s table! Those were the days! I miss her pizza, the meat that fell off the bone, her pies (loved them), the homemade bread and fresh vegetables (especially the deer lettuce) from the garden. Her pizza with the weiners on top scared me a little bit
    , but I loved everything else! She was one of a kind!

Leave a Reply

%d bloggers like this: