As I write this, Dylan is still snoozing downstairs, and our neighbor, Scott, has a crew of guys digging a trench to lay electrical, ethernet and phone lines out to the shop.
Dylan is here because he was visiting Rachel and Megan in Truckee this week, and they all came for dinner last night. And Dylan's (34th) birthday is tomorrow. I'll drive him to the Amtrak station today so he can get back home to SF.
We had a bit of fun crafting pizzas. Dylan was a little thrown, at first, by there not being any red sauce. Duh! I forgot. It's funny, but I don't even think about red sauce for pizza, any more. Just some olive oil and seasonings, plus the toppings (one of my faves is the pear/gorgonzola combo they used to have at California Pizza Kitchen).
But, next time I'll try to remember to make some. Least popular topping? Broccoli, hands down. Who puts broccoli on pizza? What was I thinking? Asparagus, maybe. Rachel discovered she loved anchovies in Italy, but they didn't appear on too many other pizzas. Megan indulged her inner (and outer?) child and made a pizza face. The cheeses ranked Mozzarella, Jack, Parmesan, Gorgonzola, and Goat, in that order. Note to self--ease up on the salt (I had the "pucker" pizza). 
The four of us love lemon desserts, but we were completely noncommittal compared to Megan's enthusiasm for the lemon meringue pie. That girl may need professional help. A little chocolate therapy, or something.
So, we're back to our respective worlds. The girls drove back up the hill. Dylan continues to do follow-up work from the last design conference. And the trench gets longer...
