The inspiration for this summer pizza was actually the mozzarella. Last Monday at the Union Square Greenmarket, Brian and I stumbled on a stand with a cooler of the fresh stuff, and that was that. Tomatoes and basil are the kind of things we start to take for granted this time of year, and that’s fine with me. After months of pining, I love nothing more than just eating a tomato. You know, no big deal–I have at least 50 more where that came from. But fresh mozzarella? Ever since the Williamsburg mozzarella lady retired at the very respectable age of 90, I haven’t had any really good stuff, until now. [Read more…]