Hi,
The first week after Labour day is always a mad rush. Toronto summer traffic, once a mere background roar has increased into a desperate gas guzzling death race. Fall activity...school drop offs, work, groceries, school pick ups, soccer, hockey, music lessons and what have you, Torontonians are on a mission from god. We got caught up in it too, it's always a struggle to achieve some sort of work/family balance but somehow we managed. A couple we have become friends with invited us over to try out their new pool and pizza oven. Last Sunday we packed up our swim gear, threw some tomatoes and loaf of bread into a bag and went. We spent a very relaxing afternoon swimming and eating some incredible homemade pizza. Our hosts brought their homemade tomato sauce and various toppings down from the kitchen to poolside and together, with lots of kidding and handfuls of cornmeal tossed onto the peel, we proceeded to assemble a series of pizzas, blistered and charred from the wood fired hearth, each more delicious than the last. Accompanied by salads created from fresh homegrown vegetables that another guest had brought along and washed down with glasses of cold Vino Verde, it was the perfect end of summer gathering. La dolce vita!
The first week after Labour day is always a mad rush. Toronto summer traffic, once a mere background roar has increased into a desperate gas guzzling death race. Fall activity...school drop offs, work, groceries, school pick ups, soccer, hockey, music lessons and what have you, Torontonians are on a mission from god. We got caught up in it too, it's always a struggle to achieve some sort of work/family balance but somehow we managed. A couple we have become friends with invited us over to try out their new pool and pizza oven. Last Sunday we packed up our swim gear, threw some tomatoes and loaf of bread into a bag and went. We spent a very relaxing afternoon swimming and eating some incredible homemade pizza. Our hosts brought their homemade tomato sauce and various toppings down from the kitchen to poolside and together, with lots of kidding and handfuls of cornmeal tossed onto the peel, we proceeded to assemble a series of pizzas, blistered and charred from the wood fired hearth, each more delicious than the last. Accompanied by salads created from fresh homegrown vegetables that another guest had brought along and washed down with glasses of cold Vino Verde, it was the perfect end of summer gathering. La dolce vita!
