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CHAPTER ONE The Sacred Origins FLATBREAD, FIRE, AND Naples Long before pizza was a delivery item, a meme, or a reason for a family to stop talking at dinner, it was sacred. It was primal. It was poor-people alchemy—flour, water, fire, and survival. We have to go back—way back. To the earliest civilizations: Egypt, Persia, Greece—cultures who didn’t call it pizza, but who damn sure paved the dough. Flatbreads cooked on hot stones, smeared with oils, herbs, maybe dates or honey. These weren’t meals. They were rituals. Portable, edible ceremony. Soldiers ate them before battle. Priests used them to commune with gods. Farmers broke them like sacrament. But it wasn’t pizza yet. That came later,...