Above you see the pizza progression of Thursday, long in the making, short in the eating and so longed for. Only the yeast had an unknown descent. We have gotten to some limits, a big one named travelling that makes it virtually impossible to eat anything local, unless you prepare it beforehand and take it with (which, ironically, makes for well-travelled food again).
Potatoes do take a major part for carbohydrates unless you love to bake. Yesterday we were in the Netherlands, standing in the shop and trying to withstand a major craving for pasta, sad about all those Italian noodles there, and having too big an appetite to make it ourselves. A quick look into the cooling shelf made our stomach jump up and down in excitement - local and fresh pasta! Some cream, shii take mushrooms (yes, gastronomically far, but they did come from the next village) plus leek and extra strong poke-in-the-eye onions from the garden were heaven.
Two more days to go and we start thinking about what we will eat first on Monday night; it usually involves chocolate and coffee ...
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