Flatbread Pizza

I was reading the packaging while waiting for a pizza to bake last night. There was this very prominent warning:

"For Food Safety and Quality Cook Before Eating to an Internal Temperature of 160 F."

Where do I put the thermometer to check this? It's FLATbread, for cryin' out loud!

I don't think that my ink pen has run completely dry yet. (Or the ink ribbon on the typewriter, the blue smelly stuff on the mimeograph, etc.) But, I did get incredibly busy there the past few weeks and felt the crush. Then my parents were visiting last Thursday through Sunday.

I hope to be back in tip-top writing shape. So, in response to recent comment, no, I have not stopped writing my blog. Just had a little reprieve there.

Better Left Unsaid

I love Pandora, the Web site that lets you name a station after a song or musician and then it tailors a selection based on that.

I have one named "George Winston" that plays soft piano music. It's pretty good music, as long as I don't read the titles of the songs!

"Deep Within" "Eternal City" "Love Song to a Ballerina"

Ugh.

This Week:

Godson (Atticus) was here for his 10th birthday. Read as: dinners with friends, laser tag, Santa Fe excursion, swimming, zoo, etc.

Trying to finish MHP Annual Report.

Preparing for annual AOC BBQ.

Mayoral and city council elections swung to the Republicans. Funding for affordable housing did pass.

Winds blew mostly north and easterly; balloons from fiesta did not fly over my home.

My recipe has been steeping overnight for this evening's chili coo-off.

Obama won Nobel Peace Prize crushing my hopes, yet again, that I might be the humbled recipient.

My Favorite Song

...and why I like Dylan.