speaking of pizza…

here’s one i picked off the zumbo countertop a couple of weeks ago: a double-carb masterpiece of thin, puffy flatbread with an artful arrangement of sliced waxy potato. see the dainty sprigs of rosemary, and the whimsical daubs of mild and musky goat cheese?

it was even better after i emptied the rest of a jar of pesto-marinated fetta over the top of it.

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are you like me? do you get grumpier and grumpier the hungrier you become? especially if it’s someone else preventing a meal from happening? grrr. i don’t have to be hungry, is the thing, and i rarely am… except for right now, i feel a little hollow beneath my belt, but my jeans and i, we’ve only recently reached a truce, and i don’t want to antagonise the situation.

the situation in the rest of the world is more dire. over at avaaz.org there’s a petition calling on G8, UN and EU leaders to take immediate action to address the world food crisis by mobilizing emergency funding to prevent starvation, removing perverse incentives to turn food into biofuels and managing financial speculation, and to tackle the underlying causes by ending harmful trade policies and investing massively in sustainable agricultural productivity in developing nations.

gaaarn. sign it. they are just over three quarters of the way to 100,000 names.