As the temperature drops in NY, and my sister Gen sends me photos of their deck buried in snow, I remember the day last summer on that deck as we fired up the pizza oven. It was a Wednesday, a beautiful day in the country sandwiched between two spent exploring Manhattan. John, our family pizzaiolo had the dough ready, and had visited the family garden. Fresh striped zucchini, the first ripe tomato, fragrant basil, and a sweet onion pulled from the earth still covered in dirt