Finally
This was supposed to be dinner last week, but then the dominos happened. Worth the wait. For my foody friends, no, I didn’t make the crust. I cannot bring myself to bust out the flour when I need to keep the kitchen cleanish. I also have a bit of a dough-phobia which, I think, stems from my inability to measure with any precision, which in turn stems from my general state of haste and impatience. I don’t do dough. But I will. I want to. I want to be one of those annoying people who smugly acts like making a pie crust is the easiest thing in the world.
An unexpected by-product of this blog is that I find myself doing odd things like carrying a cooked pizza around my yard until I find a sunny spot in which to photograph it.
