Make Peace and Eat It

This pizza contains excellent ingredients and good dough and morels (yes morels!) and anchovies! (It was eaten mostly by coworker. I like cheese best.)

Cheese for me!! These pizzas were both the most delicious pizzas I've ever eaten, much less made.

I've been staying at Coworker's place on the weekends and I found this moth on the back door one night. It's a sphinx moth, can't remember the scientific name. But huge and beautiful!

Alien face.

So Coworker got an ailment and I went hiking all by me onesie. Which was ok. I hid from a moose (a more vicious beast cannot be found until the far reaches of the northern tundra reveals the horrible Polar Bear and its cousin the Kodiak). But the moose turned out to be a deer. Much like the West Yellowstone police report which went: "A moose was seen on highway 20. The moose turned out to be a deer and the deer turned out to be dead."

I slid, I fell, I climbed. I lost control on shale-shard slopes and gained enough speed to get a decent amount of air when launched by said speed and the seat of my pants over a little cliff. I landed on sharp things. I laughed. There was a little blood, but no tears.

I made bread. I kneaded it for thirty minutes and in that time formed a bond that made it that much tastier to eat. I steamed it in the oven to make french bread and I hacked off pieces of my loaves all week to eat with cheese. Chic, in a very wilderness kind of way.

And I got paid.

And all is well.

I have more freckles than a marble Buddha.

I think that's how you spell Buddha.

OOO, confession - one day of hardcore bushwacking and climbing lowered my fat reserves enough that I craved Burger King and could not control myself. First fast food eaten in about a year though. And I wanted to vomit.

Libby