You may find it odd to talk about pizza on this, the day after Thanksgiving, a well established holiday about turkey (and lots of other goodies).

It’s because we had a late dinner plan yesterday. So we took a drive earlier in the day and managed to drive by about 30 pizzerias that were all CLOSED for Thanksgiving. We found it strange, it reminded me of the eery feeling when the skies were empty the week after 9/11. But we made it to dinner, and it was a very nice affair, good food, service and the company was wonderful too. But back to the pizza…

We love pizza because it’s baked. It has all that energy of cooking, plus the grain in the flour, the oil, the cheese (more oil), and of course the toppings, which can be made from so many things, and which make the pizza pie so beautiful, it’s almost a shame to eat it.

Today, I made some pseudo-pizza from some leftover rye and pumpernickel bread, homemade bruschetta, garlic, mushroom and fennel, and some sprayed on oil. Very yummy, and just what we needed on a cold rainy day, when everyone else seems to be shopping. Although it was very filling, and kind of strong, it was still somewhat healing, compared to the rich foods of Thanksgiving, and our recent shiva for dearly-departed Mary. So we feel light, and the trip to the gym now will help even more.

Life is good…