the pizza

This morning's sandwich was a hit. Charlotte loved it, and it nearly made a couple of my twitter friends eat tomato sauce on bread. That's pretty good going.

Having enjoyed the sense of creation, I was given a cookery lesson by my beautiful and talented wife this afternoon/evening. I made homemade, stuffed-crust pizza and two melt-in-the-middle chocolate puddings (TBE[aten]).

The pizza turned out awesome. I made the dough (with a lot of help, dough is kinda a pain in the ass) and the sauce and then chopped some cheese and put it all together. Seriously love pizza, and making it at home beats any restaurant; even if you're a big cooking moron like me.

Things like this don't last long here.