Thursday July 10It was Barbara's birthday, and what with various viruses and overindulgences, we were not in the mood to go out for the usual gastronomic homage.
When asked what she wanted for her birthday, Barbara said "I want a movie and a pizza."
The movie was easy: "Get Smart" was playing three blocks away at the Esquire, and was just the sort of laughable romp that was needed. We went to the matinee, then walked home for dinner.
Holt had made dough (from Carol Field's The Italian Baker) for the birthday pizza earlier in the day, so while it warmed and rose, we had slices of canteloupe melon and white wine. Then he layered the crust with the fruits of farm and garden: local tomatoes, fresh mozzarella, squash blossoms and basil leaves from just outside the screen door. And it was perfect.
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