I hate thinking about what’s for supper

There. I said it. Morning starts with coffee and good intentions. Lunch arrives with speed and mild chaos. Then late afternoon creeps in. Hunger rises. Energy drops. The question appears again. Whays for supper. This thought lands on my brain every single day. Not once a week. Not on special days. Daily. Relentless. Predictable. Exhausting….

You need to try this!

Some things get better with age. That’s true for life partners, wine and whisky. Another food this statement is correct for, but only one day, is pizza. Day old pizza mostly tastes better than fresh from the oven. I do something cooler to make day old pizza an unforgettable experience. I add a fried egg….