Sunday 16 August
No, we didn't send out for some
cheddar-sauced or hot-dog-crusted horror.
Holt made a batch of his own dough in the morning, and we left it in the
fridge, then came home early to put it in the sunshine outside the back door
for its rise.
It turned out to be just enough for
two little fior de latte pizzas. One was topped with yellow tomatoes, squash blossoms, and once it came out of the oven,
fresh basil. The other baked with red onion and capers, and at the end, was festooned with sliced smoked salmon
and fresh dill.
Both so pretty AND
delectable.
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