Yup, still in Ghana.
Yesterday, because Miss Theresa and Mr. Bill are going home for the holidays, and their friends Dr. Dan (same as me!) and Dr. Brenda and their boy and girl are going back to the US for good, Miss Theresa invited everyone to a pizza party!
They invited me so that I could make some of the pizza...
I was really wishing you were with me here to help make the dough.
At home, we usually use the big yellow mixer to make dough, but there's something kind of nice about kneading it (squishing it around) by hand. It takes a while, but I just put on some music while I was doing it, and it was kind of nice and relaxing. You can feel how the consistency changes, and it's like magic when it goes from a big mess of flour and water, to sticky glop that gets all over your hands, to shaggy, stringy dough, to a nice smooth round ball (like above). Maybe when I get home we can make some dough by hand.
The pizza was good, but I'd rather eat only cheese pizza with you than roasted garlic and pepperoni pizza without you.
A few nights ago (maybe even on the night you were eating pizza there, Ruth's friend Sasha and her family came for pizza here. M & R both attributed its rich taste to your culinary skills. Dad especially liked the whole-wheat-ness of it. YUMMY. Ruth asked for cold pizza for breakfast. Is she not your daughter?
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ReplyDeleteWhen you get home I want to make pizza dough in the shape of squiggly snakes. Now, Grammy is helping me open the play-dough so I can practice. I will cut olives in half for the eyes.
Love you,
Ruth