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A hard day’s work and a chilly winter night bring a craving for something comforting.  In this case comfort came calling in the form of pizza.  Goodness, Grace and a couple of guest team members – friends Ariel and Judy of the blog JudyLiCious – trekked down to the West Village for a cozy night at the popular pizzeria Keste Pizza & Vino.

We arrived cold, hungry and ready to feast!  The Fresca Insalate kicked off our evening, a beautiful arugula salad perfectly balanced with grape tomatoes, parmesan shavings and balsamic vinegar.

Keste bills itself as an authentic Neapolitan pizzeria (Naples is the birthplace of pizza), so we rolled up our sleeves and dug into a trio of pies.

Margherita:  A taste of pizza perfection.  Fresh mozzarella cheese, tomato sauce and basil lay on top of expertly cooked pillows of dough.

Funghi: A variation on the margherita, with fresh mushrooms added.

Pizza del Pappa: The combination of a unique butternut squash cream, tangy artichokes and sweet peppers all artfully melded together with smoked mozzarella. Heavenly.

The ideal way to end such a perfect comfort meal?  Nutella pizza.  It doesn’t get better than that, people.

Looking for dough-y comfort?  Get yourself to Keste.  Now.  It’s goodness at its yummiest!!

(Photographs courtesy of JudyLiCious.com)

Keste Pizza & Vino
271 Bleecker Street
New York, NY 10014
http://www.kestepizzeria.com.

Okay.

I only meant to have one spoonful.  Cross my heart.

It didn’t really work out that way, though.

Nutella joy – brought on by the chocolate-hazelnut paste created by Italian geniuses – is unlike any other kind.  It’s pure pleasure, the essence of the goodness in life.  My friend Deb gave me my first jar years ago after I’d stayed with her one weekend.  I didn’t open it right away; for some reason, I felt unsure about trying it.  When I did, I dipped a tentative pinkie into the pool of chocolate.

It was love at first taste.  The pinkie dip turned into two-fingered spoonfuls, as I ate the paste with unabashed abandon.

I’d found a new love.

Since that fateful day, I’ve had Nutella in many ways: in crepes, in fried ravioli, in a calzone.  But my favorite way to indulge is in its purest form, by the spoonful.

So what if I ate half the jar?  My belly is joyful.

Check it out for yourself:  www.nutellausa.com

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