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Sunday night, my household had Zachary's pizza for dinner.
Monday for lunch, the girls had a "savory galette" with spinach and feta from Guy, the nice former chef at the Grand Lake Farmer's Market who once gave me a quart of his chicken stock as a gift. Why French folks insist on their own food words for everything, I cannot say; it was a pizza and we all know it.
Tuesday for lunch they had their favorite Trader Joe's mini-pizza.
Yesterday for lunch they split half an Arizmendi leek and four-cheese pizza with me. I also had pizza for dinner last night at Boot & Shoe Service with friends.
I have pizza dough defrosting in the fridge. It might end up as dinner tonight.
Monday for lunch, the girls had a "savory galette" with spinach and feta from Guy, the nice former chef at the Grand Lake Farmer's Market who once gave me a quart of his chicken stock as a gift. Why French folks insist on their own food words for everything, I cannot say; it was a pizza and we all know it.
Tuesday for lunch they had their favorite Trader Joe's mini-pizza.
Yesterday for lunch they split half an Arizmendi leek and four-cheese pizza with me. I also had pizza for dinner last night at Boot & Shoe Service with friends.
I have pizza dough defrosting in the fridge. It might end up as dinner tonight.
