Basil and tomatoes from the garden, mozzarella and artichokes from the market — a modified margherita pizza
Yesterday was an odd blur of a day; I am trying to get back in the swing of long runs on Saturday mornings. To run this time of year, without having to haul water, you have to be outside laced up between 5-5:30 am. Normally, this isn’t a big deal. However, my early bird nature and my night owl desires collided Friday night. I went out with friends to see a movie and didn’t get to sleep before midnight. Surprisingly, my run still went swimmingly and I pushed myself farther than I thought I could go. The morning flew by with a visit to grandma’s, errands, and the normal laundry/cleaning/trash weekend-chore trifecta. Then, out of no where, I was hit with a debilitating headache behind my right eye; heat, the exercise and not getting enough sleep the day before collided. Defeated, I curled up in bed and two hours of deep sleep later, I emerged with the afternoon gone.
Thus, a quick pizza for Saturday date night. No time for roasting, baking, pouring through my cookbooks for something impressive. Instead, still in a drooly daze, I went to the grocery to get a few things for quick summer pizza. (It was good last night but even better this morning, cold, with Federrer and the French Open keeping me company, it is even better.)
Dessert was Ben & Jerry’s with pinot noir enjoyed on a luxury rooftop patio in central Phoenix. I didn’t know there were pools on the roof of such buildings. And with a full moon, a bright city below and a starry sky above, it was a happily odd night to remember.