“Home-made deep-dish pizza for dinner?” was the whatsapp message from my 13-yo daughter.
Silence from me as I was in a meeting around noon.
“Yes? No?” was a bit more urgent prod.
Goading me into action. “Yes!!”
“Onions, capsicum, olives and paprika. Good?”
Oh, man. That was undoubtedly the freshest, juiciest and satisfying-est pizza that I have ever had.
The stuff that she tosses up these days is just brilliant. We were all so hungry that it took a phenomenal amount of restraint just to pause and take a pic of the creation on the phone.