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school runs + soggy pizzas
<< Back to BlogThe good news is that I passed my farming exam. I am now a certified Tuscan Farmer. When I proudly told a close family member he said;
"Aah, so you're a farmer's wife?”
"Er No, I AM the farmer”.
Here begins a long road of tiresome explanation and discrimination.
Talking of long roads, mine is driving me nuts...
Here's the deal. You fall in love with the abandoned ruin, you do it up and you live there. You're so in love with the place that even the 3km dirt track doesn't put you off.
"You must be exhausted, up and down that terrible road of yours” say the locals.
"No” you say in defiance, “ it's fine”.
And to be honest, up until now it was fine but my daughter has started a new school and finishes at 1.30 every day, even Saturday! How is anyone supposed to do anything? You just get home, put the kettle on and it's time to rush out of the door. We spend the afternoon doing copious amounts of homework and then it's time to pick up my younger son at 4pm. I spend most of my life in the car, which according to my husband is more like a trash can than a mode of transport. For the first time in 12 years, I am beginning to dislike my 3km country lane and am starting to wish I had a short, tarmacked driveway.
However, I do love our recently restored pizza oven.
For my daughter's 11th birthday, we had a pizza party. 30 Italian pre-teens dancing to We no Speak Americano and playing Foosball. The weather was awful. Torrential rain with a wind that had blown in from Siberia. It could have been a complete disaster but for our incredible pizzas. Lina made the dough and I made the toppings. We had to run from the oven with an umbrella covering each pizza, no mean feat after a couple of proseccos!
The kids had a ball and went home stuffed. I even heard one rather rotund boy say;
"The English can even make pizzas!”
Wow, we've finally arrived!
P.S. You know the restaurant scene from 'When Harry met Sally'? That was how good the pear, gorgonzola and walnut topping was!
The trash can on wheels cracks me up...well at least it doesn't smell like MacDonalds anymore!
What a wonderful picture you conjure up for us for that birthday party! Richard will certainly have a go at that pizza, I could eat it now. You are fearless - coping with the track, becoming a farmer and still looking good! I look forward to seeing you soon.
I'm lusting over the pizza and your company as I sit in my cubicle in NYC!
Loving the blog and I remember how good that pizza tastes!