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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