Because You Asked For It...

Did somebody ask for a picture of our new pizza stone?

Why yes, I believe the exact words were:

Can you post a pic of your pizza stone?? I have never heard of one before...Thanks!

I'm happy to oblige.

A couple of months ago, while a pizza was baking in our oven, Mrs. TBF and I walked into the kitchen and suddenly heard a loud CRACKKKK! We immediately realized that it was our old pizza stone which had waited for us to return to the room to look at us one last time before meeting its demise. How touching!

Out with the old and in with the new...

Ladies and gentlemen, meet our new pizza stone. More specifically, the Weber Square Pizza Stone. We tried it last night for the first time, and it worked like a charm. Just light the coals, put the stone on the grill to warm up for twenty minutes or so, slide your pizza on the stone, add your toppings, and let it cook until its ready.

How long is that?

I have no idea. Mrs. TBF was apparently born with some kind of Italian sixth sense that allows her to just tap the crust and know the exact moment when the pizza is ready.


Perfecto!

Moonlighting...

I was on the tram this morning when I suddenly noticed I was reading this article from the 20 Minuten over a fellow rider's shoulder...um...like the Swiss tend to do.

Ok...OK! I know...

...get the Swiss citizenship papers started!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooo!

So...anyway...

The article is about how the high price of gasoline is affecting the price of pizza delivery here in Switzerland. Am I concerned?

No!

You see, we have never ordered either a carry-out pizza or pizza delivery during the entire time (2,790 days, and counting) we have lived here in Basel. Occasionally we'll go out for pizza and just eat it in the restaurant; different from Chicago pizza, but still very good. Or, better yet, Mrs. TBF will just make one of her fantastic pizzas that she has been making me for nearly 25 years now. As a matter of fact, I just bought a new Weber pizza stone yesterday to replace our old pizza stone that pretty much cracked from overuse. So no, the price of pizza delivery does not really affect us one way or another. Why then, you ask, was I so interested in this article?

What actually caught my eye was the picture of the delivery man. I looked at the picture, did a double take, and I now have only one question:

When did my brother-in-law begin delivering pizzas here in Switzerland?