As I sat down in the kitchen with my computer to keep him company, Varuzh started preparing sauces: tomato and pesto. Mmm, there will be two pizzas, I thought. The delicious smell of tomato, garlic, basil and black pepper spread through the air making me very hungry. But Varuzh was not even close to finished. He had to prepare the dough and let it rise for about two hours. He certainly was trying my patience! I had to close the computer and just enjoy watching him at his craft.
“Honey, could you get me something to cover my shirt, I don’t want to get it all floury.” He said, as he was about to start stretching pizza dough.
I grabbed my apron, and he put it on. And I have to admit that he looked very funny, with the waist somewhere around his chest and the polka dots that are not his style. This gave me the idea to get him an apron of his own. And today early morning when he will be reading this post (as he usually does) he can reach under his bed and find an apron in a box. A great chef needs a great apron! I hope he likes it.
Well, back to pizza…
Pizza, beer and great company… what a great day!
With love always,
xo, Zuma A.