måndag 14 juni 2010

fooood

Food, food I love you so,
People say go on a diet, but what do they know.
Food, food you make me grow,
You are the one on that makes me glow.

Burgers and fries,
They are the one that stifles my hunger cries.
Popcorn chicken and buffalo wings,
Whenever I see you, with joy my heart sings.

Smoothies and milkshake,
They all go great with a nice chocolate cake.
Ice cream and whip cream,
Why couldn’t I get you out of my dream?

Food, food I love you so.
I will always love you wherever I go.
Food, food you may not know,
But in my life, you play the leading role.

lördag 12 juni 2010

I’m sitting in my armchair with a glass of wine in my hand.

Relax of course.

I look at the clock on the VCR player. The green digital numbers show 22.32. Friday evening.

I know what I did 24 hours ago. Oh yes I do!

I had pizza.

And not any pizza. No local stuff.

Foreign.

So good! The best one.



Let me try to explain; well the dough in the middle was thin, crispy.

The edges a little burned, as they should be if you bake it in a hot, hot stone oven.

And then you have the filling. God what a filling!

The best buffalo mozzarella cheese floating out reaching for the edges.

A cream made of only sun-mellowed artichokes and sea salt. That twist of sea salt really makes the difference. Without it, the pizza is not the same pleasure.



Well, that’s the pizza. Very simple but yet so……..so tasteful. Yes, that’s the word. Tasteful.



My glass is empty now. That wine goes perfect with that pizza.

Pizza and wine. What more do you need?



I go out in the kitchen and takes out the phone book. I’m looking for “P”.

“P” for Pizza deliverance.

Delivers right to your door. Perfect.

I’m hungry.