When my husband and I moved into a ground floor apartment last summer, it was the first time in seven years we had outdoor space to call our own. The back porch, crumbly and peeling as it was, was exclusively ours, and the communal backyard unused by our upstairs neighbors.
Given this, we did something we’d been dreaming about doing forever: we got a grill. And when life hands you a porch, a grill, and a fierce love of pizza (as I have), there’s really only one thing left to do: throw an outdoor pizza party on a beautiful summer day.
