A a week without pizza is, quite frankly, a week wasted. This past week the treat was the chief chefs Wyatt and daughter Adanna, pizza pieing away in my kitchen, “using up” the last 6 doughs of a batch.
In the coming weeks I’m going to start telling the story of my quest to start a pizza production business. It’s not all tasting and creating. It’s numbers, dreams, dashed hopes (namely cause the numbers don’t allow one to make quite the living one needs to). But, I’ve not given up hope. It may come to pass one day!