The kids tell me that using the words yesterday and today are no good as titles. They probably won't like Sunday either, but I don't think dates matter very much here.
When I walked into the kitchen to get a snack, Rob was throwing pizza dough into the air. He was looking straight up at the ceiling, and I noted with private satisfaction that he did not appear to have any significant A-V pattern phorias as his eyes followed the dough down into his hands.
The crust he makes has some whole wheat in it, to increase the nutrition quotient and decrease the guilt. He leaves it in the Kitchen Aid mixer for quite a long time kneading. Sometimes he gets a kid to hold the machine so it doesn't 'walk' off the counter as it slams the dough round and round in the bowl. After tossing it up and down, he pushes and pulls it all into a nice, thin layer on a greased baking sheet lined with parchment because it comes out incredibly sticky.
Today, there was garlicky tomato sauce with leftover roasted peppers, pepperoni, artichoke hearts and black olives. There was also a thin film of mozzarella cheese on the bottom and finely grated asiago cheese for extra flavour on top.
Our family actually prefers Rob's thin crust pizza compared to the commercial stuff. Friends who've tried it seem to agree. They usually eat enough to make me believe they are not just being polite.
We also had lovely, juicy Red Haven peaches from the Okanagan afterwards. At least, the rest of the family did. I didn't, because I snacked on 2 of them before dinner.
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