Some days you know are perfect days. Already when I woke this morning there was something in the air whispering that this is a day to dance through. The dance music has been on all day, and met its crescendo when I came home from work and could take my afternoon nap while Ingrid and her boyfriend made dinner.
The singing of a homemade taco pizza woke me, and all I had to do when the two chefs made the table, was to take my daily garden walk in the blue hour, when dusk is falling.
Now the pizza is finished, the two turtledoves are doing the dishes and preparing for afternoon coffee - for a full table (guests/family are expected). I hear them downstairs while I sit here up in my studio updating my blogs, continuing my dance.
7 comments:
looks absolutly Morish ;]
That looks like a fabulous dish! And what a treat when the mother doesn't have to do the cooking and cleaning! The "turtledoves" look so sweet together!
Isn't it fun to watch the youngsters. I hope the pizza tasted as good as it lookes.
Inspired - Ingrid makes the very best pizzas :-) Today it was me again to make dinner though.
Beacky - as I already said, the pizza was fabulous :-)
up - good for them to learn as much as possible about cooking and running their own home.
I think that pizza looks good. Do you have the recipe? I found you in a round about way, looking around at someone's comments I suppose.
Junebug - I must ask Ingrid if she has a recipe. I am not sure if she has one though, we often compose while we cook along :-)
That looks good!!! =)
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