Ambassador for Pizza

Upon returning from Massachusetts over Thanksgiving weekend, we order a pizza for lunch. After watching Fiona struggle to fold her slice just like Mommy and Daddy (she keeps folding along the wrong axis, leading to something like a pizza sandwich as opposed to a grease delivery system), I decide to instill my daughter with a little home city pride:

Daddy: You know, you're very lucky to be able to get New York pizza right at home. A lot of other places don't have pizza this good.

Fiona: Who doesn't have good pizza?

Daddy: Well, San Diego pizza isn't very good because they don't do the crust right. Or at Tia and Tio's down in Florida. (Suddenly realizing I probably shouldn't be slamming the in-laws restaurant options too aggressively to an impressionable child) They cook other things well in those places, but not pizza.

Fiona: Why not?

Daddy: They don't know how to make pizza well in those places.

Fiona: I'll show them how!

(pause)

How do you make pizza?