How the Pie was Made and Where It Got Us

Bushwick, NY:

The Beginning

On Thursday, Biko was the epicenter of what is going to be touted as the second Pizza Rivoluzione (the first one happened when Americans child-abused the Italian recipe and minted commemorative golden dollar coin sets for home-bound hobbyists).

It all started with the inconspicuous entry of a new oven into the Biko kitchen. It is no coincidence that some residents a.k.a Abraham's Lot (see previous posts for details) in the house had been controlling their drool for months at the mere sight of oven baked food. Anyways the "Means" was sitting pretty and petite in the kitchen but the "Method" had to be perfected. For making a pie...pizza pie.

Cheese connoisseur cum ex-Pizzazio Nick ventured into the safe and comfortable environs of Trader Joe's and the East Village Cheese Shop and exchanged his recession dollars for pizza dough and gourmet cheese. Back in the center band members along with their new manager Anneliese "The Anal" Babette helped do the prep work and helped Nick knead the dough on the peel into an easily recognizable shape. Members of the international community ranging from Belize to as far as China looked on haplessly as the drama unfolded.

Two pies were baked that night filling the building with enchanting aromas reminding residents of THE GODFATHER. Pies got eaten, stomachs got filled and wine was drunk. Good gustational times.

The Aftermath:

Band members of Christian rock group Abraham's Lot have undergone a drastic metamorphosis from being a religious folk-punk group to Italian wedding band. As if that wasn't radical enough to outdo the Bushwick hipsters in radicality, they even started applying copious amounts of L.A Looks Hair gel and started talking with a pronounced Italian accent. A typical conversation with the band members exposes any linguistically challenged individual to authentic Italian words like provencia, calabria, Sicilia, grazie, mama mia, fugghedaboutit and "hov yoo doin'?" Last heard, they have started to address their manager as "Maa-ma!" especially around the kitchen.