Metapizza.

Yesterday we had an absolute jewel of a summer vacation day.

We spent the entire morning at the beach in our town, which is absolutely gorgeous, not taking any pictures (of course). There are granite steps leading down from the seawall into the water, a la Venice, which I find very unsettling for some deep-seated psychological reason. Of course the little one loved them and we sat on them for about 20 minutes with our feet in the water. Then some local baby hooligans came running up like fury and threw themselves off the seawall like lemmings. Ah, youth.

After that we made this castle:
And then we turned this dough (from this recipe):

Into this pizza.
While reading this book:

Oh yes, indeed.

Hopefully today when dad comes for his visit I can little red hen it and finish the six career things I have flying around in the air like racquetballs.