Pizza has a beautiful legend that, long ago in Italy, a mother was worried about food. There was only some flour left in the family, but a small son was still in the family. Her beloved neighbour, who knew and brought her some tomatoes and cheese, was very happy that her sad mother had baked a cake with flour for her son, unexpectedly delicious. He's been playing cooking games on his computer, and I've been making him a pizza, and I've been making him a giant pumpkin dry shrimp pizza, just for lunch. With pumpkins and noodles, pizza is a really nice color。