So, this is not about money.
It's about feet in doors, and climbing ladders five rungs at a time.
So today I had fun as Best Pies Chief Dishware Imaculation Specialist.
Laugh if you wish, but....
(Hmmmm, do I really want to be mayor of this town?
It's probably out of my hands by now...)
Anyway, what could make this worthwhile?
Check one fantasy of the list.
Today I made my own pizza...
in a real pizza oven.
Not some little boy scout personal pizza...
A real pizza.
It was kind of overwhelming.
Sure, folks talk a big game,
but when your standing in front to your doughy canvas
faced with all those options...
I can see what an art this really is.
Soooo,
Start with what you know...
Garlic,
and lots of it.
Fresh from the Cuisinart DLC 10S Pro 9 cup Food Processor.
Which I had just washed after the pesto was made.
To be safe, I ask lots of questions before doing what comes natural.
I had it pretty much on the mark, except,
"apparently"
this kind of environment is not one that encourages licking the Cuisinart before washing it.
And people call ME a control freak...
Anyway, the pizza... how'd it come out?
Well...
Tales are told...
myth,
delicately woven into our lives...
legends become more miraculous as pages fall from the calendar.
Someday, I'll tell your grandchildren about this
and they'll look at me as if I where crazy....
There was a hush over Truckee that day...
Folks sitting on benches, or at sidewalk cafes,
leaning against lamp posts...
Just looking into the distance... and smelling the air.
Thinking... for some inexplicable reason...
LIfe has so much promise.
So many possibilities.
So much potential.
I think I'd like a slice...
And make it to go.
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