I was born and raised as a Colorado girl on a healthy diet of bagels and pizza. Everyone always asks when I first fell in love with pizza, and I can honestly tell you that it happened twice. The first time was as a kid — my mom used to make her famous sesame crust pizza, covering the kitchen with a fine layer of flour and filling pans upon pans with the crunchy crust. The second time was when I went to Italy to study Journalism. Instead of coming back to work for a newspaper, I started my quest to make the perfect pizza. I was living in San Francisco at the time and went to every pizza place I could to try and improve my dough recipe. However, It wasn’t until I met and worked under my mentor, Tony Gemignani, that I truly understood the craft. After working for and learning from him for five years I knew that ultimately I wanted to have my own place. It took a few years after moving back to Boulder to find the perfect little spot to sling my pies.