It is hard to beat wood-fired pizza.
Especially if it is home-made.
And you're sharing it with friends.
And you've brought along a leg of lamb to leave overnight in the oven.
Which you'll be back in the morning to pick up.
And chat over a coffee (which they'll brew) and pastries (which you'll pick up on the way).
We should all have friends, with coffee machines, and a wood-fired pizza oven, who live nearby, close to a bakery.
Where we live matters. How we live there, matters. What we have around us, matters. Who we share it with, matters.
*I have a stovetop mocka pot, a love of mozzarella, and a weakness for bellbird pastries. Let me know if you have a wood-fired pizza oven. If you live nearby, we'll figure out the rest.