Wednesday, August 18, 2010

And yet…

pizzas 002In the midst of a busy week,

At the end of a long, busy day,

And not in every way what you’d call a good day (I found out someone had cancer.  Not me or my family – and they cut it out, so maybe it’s gone.),

In the middle of a life that often feels hopeless, or meaningless, or both.

Bread

can

be

a very soothing thing.

Nice bread; no-knead bread with 25% fairly coarse semolina, if you must know

With sauce, cheese & toppings. 

Yes, some call it pizza.  But I call it… well, okay:  Pizza.

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