I think each of us, in his memories, preserve jealously few moments, made of words, gestures and emotions that warm up the heart and the soul. For me, many of these are related to the stories of my mother and my grandmother, two strong, courageous women who have left me many valuable lessons. On cold evenings in November and December, crunching some nuts, the mind often comes back to my childhood, when my grandmother started ask us to prepare the ingredients of the “Pizza Christmas”. Do you know it? I will tell you about it.