Today I thought it might be an idea to try making a pizza, nothing particularly unusual about that. I'm far too lazy to actually make pizza dough, so I bought some bases and tomato puree from the local shop. While I think the exchange of a pleasantry or two is perfectly acceptable, I found myself in a rather uneasy situation.
The local corner shop is run by a couple who's son was in my class at school, which always leads to the inevitable 'how are you, what are you up to' sort of thing. I dont really know them from Adam though, and they have such a strong accent that I have a hard time picking up what they are saying half the time. Anyway, on seeing that I was making pizza, this kind old lady starts on a monologue with no turning back. I picked up several words, 'herbs' 'don't buy that puree, buy the jar'. Boiling and steaming was also mentioned. Unfortunately the only bit I got was, "we have that here" and that sort of look like, you ought to buy that.
How you are supposed to steam a pizza I'm not sure, but I'm sure she mentioned the exact recipe somewhere in this conversation, it's a pitty I wasnt part of it. Knowing I had no money left, I made a complete arse out of my self, nodded and smiled and walked out.
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