I guess this means we can’t have canapes at your house. :(
That’s OK, we’re going out for sandwiches today with ‘Face and her date.
“I guess this means we can’t have canapes at your house. :(”
Since I live on the upper level, all meals are catered. I’m looking into hiring Johnny as the supervisor of food.
When I was in Florida, OldTax-lady and I ate at a restaurant called “City Fire.” It had a kind of flatbread pizza thing cooked on a baking stone in a wood-fired oven. Mom had something pizza-like, with tomato sauce and cheese, but I had corned beef, swiss cheese, and sauerkraut, with yellow mustard (by request).
It was very good, and looks like something we could try at home. I know our oven goes up to 550, because I used that for the Bavarian Christmas Pretzels.