#pizza #newJersey #employment
A **Christoph* post about pizza has reminded me of one of my first jobs when I was a teenager in New Jersey.
I was a PIZZA TOSSER in a Jersey Shore Boardwalk pizza restaurant. Spinning pizza dough up into the air, making an X with my arms, then catching the spinned dough on the topside of my wrist. It had to be just right. Not too thin. Not too thick.
If a guy made some smart-ass sexist remark, I’d spin the dough where it would land right on top of his head and cover his face and big mouth.*
The owner taught me how to toss, spin and make a pizza. One reason I was hired was because I used to twirl a baton up into the air and catch it. That little skill took a lot of time to learn, and it made tossing and spinning pizza dough easier. I still love pizza - if it’s made right.
These days, pizza tossing is an art and there are Championships.
The Wild, Underappreciated Acrobatics of a World Champion Pizza Tosser.
Photograph. A New Jersey Boardwalk.
