Blogging While Drunk

Well, not drunk, exactly, just with a nice healthy slug of rum under one's belt and the large economy-sized glass of red wine with dinner.

Dinner! What can I say? Homemade pizza, with all fresh ingredients, and it tasted soooo good. Lots of cherry tomatoes, fresh broccoli, mushrooms, onions, garlic, yellow pepper,pepperoni, and three cheeses: fontina, mozzarella and parmesan. So good, so incredibly good.

And dessert! Youzza! Mascarpone tarte with fresh orange and honey and those little green nuts, whattamacallems. That's how much to drink. Pistachios. Recipe from Bon Appetit.

Pizza is my own concoction with dough from Roche Brothers. There's no comparison with store bought.

Feeling mellow. Leaving on a short trip to Atlanta tomorrow. Taking books along. Weather there much like here, so no difficult clothing decisions.

I've discovered one can wear the same clothes day after day and he world does not implode. But---my nice bear pajama bottoms from Coldwater Creek are wearing out. Also a couple pair of socks. I'm trying to see how long I can go without buying anything. One year? Two years? How long? Until one is in tatters. Too many clothes.

Until later,

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