First, you go to Sicily.
Then you find a restaurant with a hot pizza oven and order a pizza each.
Then you go watch ‘the best pizzaiolo in Sicily’ and take lots of self-explanatory photos while he is trying to chat you up in a Sicilian dialect which resembles Romanian so much, you have to wonder if the Romans invaded the Dacians or the other way around…
You obtain:
una pizza bufala con zucchini…
e una pizza capricciosa senza zucchini…
You accompany the pizza with another Sicilian legend:
… or with a bottle of something more refined, unless a blonde nymph steals it from you before you get a chance…
… and you stuff your face… 
…until you get to the last piece and you feel you are going to explode if you so much as smell it…
…but you just know you will regret it as soon as you walk out of that restaurant, so you just cannot bring yourself to leave it there…
… and then you roll all the way home kicking yourself for not having stopped before that last slice.
