The pizza oven is here! The pizza oven is here! And it arrived just in time for the Guv's 38th birthday! Whoo-hoo!
Here's a picture of my personal pizzaiolo, Brooklyn-born "The Guv," with one of our first pies. Cooking in this thing is an art form. One has to build the right kind of fire, burning hot (up to 800 degrees), and the fire is moved around the oven to properly heat it. When the pizza goes in, it takes about 90 seconds to cook. Magic!
Tonight, we celebrated the Guv's 38th birthday with some fantastic friends, and the birthday boy himself tossed and baked some fabulous pies. If it feels like I'm using a lot of superlatives, it's both because the Guv's pizzas are that good and because our friends bring good wines with them.
When good friends, good wine, and good pizza come together, nirvana happens.
We are so very lucky to live here in Silicon Valley, making our dreams come true (including this oven!) and surrounded by smart and fun friends who love pizza us.
But since this is the Guv's birthday post, enough about pizza and friends: let's talk about why, this year, I celebrate him a little extra. Here is my birthday toast (hiccup!):
Guv, we've shared twenty great years of belly laughs, stories that never grow old, conversations that are always interesting and inspiring, and a whole lot of fun. I remember your 18th birthday, on which I gave you a picture frame with a picture of us to take to Yale. (It was pink. What was I thinking?!) This year, you've gotten a convertible and a pizza oven. So for my birthday, I'd like a Vespa and ... wait, this is your toast. Seriously, this year has been hell, and you've had my back every step of the way. I have no greater friend, and, as far as old men go, you're alright. Keep that pizza coming, and I might keep taking care of you in your old age. I hear that metal peel you're holding can double as a cane. Just remember, before you come chasing after me to chastise me for this post, you don't want to throw out your back or anything. Those kinds of things are a lot harder to fix as you approach AARP-eligibility 40. But even when you get there, I'll be right beside you, and I'll lend you my arm if you need some help hobbling... 'cause that's how we roll, together. I'll love you even when you're 98, you know; God-willing you'll keep me laughing that long. To many more birthdays, pizzas and fun times, I toast you with a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY! xo
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