we relocate Friday night pizza night to another house. We have everything. fun talks, beer, pineapple chunks. Everything is in its place. And then...oh crap! No recipe. We left it at home.
The debate begins. was it 1 3/4c flour or 2 1/4? Soy Flour? I don't remember?
And then...we are rescued. By my knight in shining librari-armour. (ha) The new saviour of pizza night. Who bravely set aside her hard cider to rescue the lost-at-sea-pizza makers in a far away land. Who courageously faced the wilds of google to find the
And that folks is a good friend. And an excellent pizza.