Macchiato

Non stop kind of day. But I needed a change of scene to write a complicated proposal, so at lunch I decanted to what has become a regular haunt*.
It seemed to do the job.

After dinner I spent part of the evening knocking up a batch of puttanesca sauce for the weekend, & a batch of pizza dough ready for its slow rise in the fridge for tomorrow nights dinner.

Beats watching tv.


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