I must be feeling better. Made pizza for the first time today and trying to cope, in an adult way, with the fact it’s gone wrong.
Five- year olds make pizza on tv – it’s an easy introduction to cooking. I watch my deep pan horror swelling in the oven and wonder where I went wrong. I blame Jamie Oliver, whose ‘easy pizza dough’ I used.
Nigel Slater, sound as a pound, never goes wrong. Whereas Jamie is a little bit ooh, a little bit arhh… A bit how much flour do I need to add?
I had to ‘Knock it back’ from a liquid to a solid…
Ah well, we can pick the bits off..,
Let’s remember the good thing was I was motivated to give it a go. And I’ve
been swimming today too.. And Ikea (the pizza was a thank you to Ben for building the chest if drawers)
Not ‘better’ – never ‘better’ as such – but feeling better. It is a subtle reawakening of the mind, of the desire to just ‘do’ without making an effort all the time. Still need my naps and rests and ultimate caution handling breakables, but feeling better. And that’s nice – hope does spring eternal.