When It’s ‘Make Yer Own Pizza Night’ On Bourneville…
I always invite myself over, like I did last Thursday night.
Luisa prepared pizza dough in the bread maker and provided toppings, cheeses, sauce, pans, the whole nine yard shebang.
Now going back a couple of decades, one of my ‘hospi-fuckin’-tality industry’ jobs included preparing pizza crusts practically from scratch, so when I got to do my own crust on Thursday, (I got the traditional round pan), all my ancients skills tried to surface, not entirely successfully, I will admit, but sufficient unto the day.
I tried to create a balance, a harmony, of all the ingredients, including, as some forget, the cheese and sauce. These are often overdone, either individually or together. Again, not entirely successful.
However, it turned out great, I got to take home what I hadn’t finished and it was great cold the next day!
Spent a great evening with the family, even though I don’t like them very much (I’m sure I don’t have to tell any of you how they all are), and as usual got to see a lot of Reid’s cool new stuff, whatever it might be.
Didn’t right a goddamn word for NaNoWriMo that day, though.