Wrapped up in Time, held captive by Obligations, I've been removed from this delightful pastime for longer than I would prefer. However, the intermission is made more acceptable by the arrival of it's end, in that this next post is dear to my heart. Every picture is a sweet, compact memory, and I am unlikely to ever again post anything so uniquely special. Here, I share these pictures with you: which are treasures to me, every time I view them. Enjoy.
Another note-worthy part of our visit to Arizona was when Mum and I ate at Pizzeria Bianco. Chef, at the restaurant where I work, urged me to attempt going there for a meal, as he had heard about the establishment for quite some time. We drove into Phoenix on our last day there. Despite the reputation for having an exhausting waiting list, the family at Pizzeria Bianco whisked us into their restaurant, and seated us at a small table within five to ten minutes. The meal that followed was a delightful concoction of the following mentalities: quality, originality, minimalism, abundance, and simplicity. I already want to return.
Mum shrugged indifferently, leaving the decision to me. I was quiet for lack of proper words, then asked, "What would you recommend? I trust you to choose."
He smiled with satisfaction. "No sauce." Then he scurried away to fire our order.
Yeasty, warm crust, with deliciously burnt air pockets. Smooth, creamy mozzarella that had been smoked...it made an incredible difference in the over-all impact upon my taste-buds. An earthy, kindly pork and fennel sausage. Mesquite-coloured caramelized onions. Yes, it was delicious. No, I don't have any leftovers.
Arizona: it held two wonderful great-grandparents' whom I was so privileged to meet, many lovely memories, and some of the most enjoyable food I have consumed.
The Barefoot Girl