Yesterday, while I was out with David and Bruce at a meeting of the Corozal Men's Group, Dianna was 'hanging out' (her words) with Elizabeth (David's wife) and Colleen (Bruce's wife) over at our place for the afternoon. Dianna had told me that we would probably have some homemade pizza when we got back from the meeting.
Dianna had sort of assumed that she and the girls were going to make the pizzas, so she couldn't figure out why the three of them were just sitting around on our pool deck (the water was too cold in the pool itself) late into the afternoon, sucking down homemade panty rippers (a drink ideally suited for Belize's One Barrel rum) instead.
I had pretty much assumed the same thing so it was a real surprise, when we three guys drove up to the pool house and David immediately hopped out of the Isuzu and into the kitchen and got right to work, chopping peppers, cilantro, pepperonis, and all sorts of other stuff for pizzas.
|The Master Pizzaiolo At Work|
Elizabeth told Dianna that David makes pizza weekly at their place, so he's quite well practiced in the preparation of the dish.
Little did either of us suspect such a culinary treat. David is a pizza maker extraordinaire. The
Throw in Dianna's salad and Bruce's fruit salad. What a feast! Yummers!
|Dishing Out The Salad|
|Getting Ready to Eat|
|Having a Good Time|