Sunday Night Is Pizza Night

Homemade pizza on Sunday Nights has become something of a ritual in our home. It is a practise that starts in the late afternoon making fresh dough from scratch, then continues through a few hours of lesiurely cooking and conversation (last night we had a friend visiting from the UK). One nice by-product of this is fresh homemade bread for Monday morning breakfasts.

Last night I was reflecting on the fact that if I choose to make pizza on our upcoming holiday to the US, I will then have made pizza on six different continents. It is a very odd distinction that makes me wonder if I would need to dedicate a chapter to pizza whenever I get around to writing an autobiography. However, it does make me ponder the constants and patterns that have remained with me throughout my life. Slow cooking (or cooking from scratch) is one of those and interestingly, the times when I invest the most time in cooking are also the times when I am most productive in whatever work I am engaged with.