The distinct taste of rosemary and onions brings me back to my childhood, to those late summer afternoon family parties. Aunts, uncles, cousins, and siblings, all gathered around tables set out on my Aunt Mary’s deck, chatting, laughter echoing throughout the backyard. That buttery smell of freshly baked bread wafts in the warm air, intermingling with a succulent caramelized onion smell, and piney rosemary. My Aunt Mary carries a giant sheet tray out of the house and sets it on the table. She has rolled out pizza dough and scattered it with onions, rosemary, olive oil, salt and pepper. White pizza. Simple, perfect, and steaming, she cuts the pizza into squares and it is inhaled. I can close my eyes right now and imagine biting into the hot crust. Ahh, heaven.