Sometimes....

Pizza is the way to go.

All it takes is a swiftly-made dough, mixed with a sixty year old Kenwood, finished by hand and left to rest for an hour or so, roughly rolled and sprinkled with goodness.

Because sometimes the day just feels like pizza. For a change, and since it's Monday, there wasn't any champagne. Sometimes pizza DOESN'T get accompanied by bubbly, but only sometimes....