…no one is born a great cook, one learns by doing
― Julia Child, My Life in France

Thanking god for our daily bread and pizza!!!

I remembered my own mother making one. As kids at that era.. eating pizza at say, Pizza Hut is a luxury. Kids being kids… sometimes we couldn’t help asking our parents to bring us out for one. Money was of course the limiting factor. It was felt that it could be spent well elsewhere .

Mother was not a good cook by nature. She however had the will to provide interesting, nutritious food on the table.

Thus engaging in weekly cooking classes in the neighbourhood. She learnt to make pizza and boy did we have a lot of servings the day after.

We are blessed today to have the internet for searching recipes. Or else I would have to struggle in choosing between attending a class to learn doing a bedside ECHO or a class kneading the pizza dough.