Pizza Night. And a Tulip.

I pull the KitchenAid from the cupboard where it languishes lonely most of the time, and rummage around looking for the dough hook. Then I dump flour, yeast, kosher salt, and water in the bowl and, after it’s kneaded the dough for eight minutes while I putter around doing other things, wonder why I don’t do this more often.

I form two dough boules, give them a light coating of oil, and leave them to rest under a warm, damp towel for longer than an hour but they seem none the worse for wear for it. Then I make pizza.

Sliced tomatoes from the AeroGarden and mozzarella from the grocery store adorn one. I cut up ham and a chunk of pineapple leftover from Friday’s dinner for the other. (I know. Hawaiian pizza is oddly more of a Canadian thing.) After the tomato one is baked I snip fresh basil leaves—also from the AeroGarden—for the top, and there’s supper.

The task seemed daunting when I thought about it but when I get around to it, it’s nothing. So many things are like that.

Now I’m thinking of how to tie together the photograph of a tulip I intended to use for the post this morning and a tale about making pizza with ingredients grown in my kitchen and can’t think of a way to do it. Sometimes things don’t have to make sense to be delightful, do they?

Word wrangler. Photo taker. I'm here early most mornings with one of my photos and a few words about life and those thin places where faith intersects. Coming Summer 2020: The Presence of Absence: A Story About Busyness, Brokenness, and Being Beloved.
6 comments
  1. I always enjoy your posts and sometimes just want to “like” rather than comment. But the WordPress like link doesn’t seem to work.

    1. You know, I sometimes have trouble with the “like” button on some blogs too. I have no idea why. Thanks for stopping by this morning—hope you’ve had a good day!

  2. Making bread at home is one of the most satisfying things. When it turns out okay. I’ve had successes and failures. I guess I put off making bread because it’s a lot of work. I guess if I did it more often, I’d do it better each time. And my making my own bread is because of YOU. I should try it again.

    1. I love that you’ve been making bread, Karen! I stopped some months ago and haven’t gotten back to it. I should. We both enjoy it so much. Still trying to drop a few pounds I picked up when we were on vacation so I’ll hold off a bit longer. 🙂

  3. Our pizza night was sponsored by Aldi grocery story – not a dough hook . . . ha!

    1. Ha!! Perfect!

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