Valentines Day is approaching fast, and for once I can't wait. In previous years it has been a studied exercise in avoiding shops, television, public places and, to be frank, people. This ensured a complete V.D. blackout (VD - what an unfortunate acronym). This year though, it all changes. I'm still going to attempt to make it as un-commercial as possible. I won't be buying anything with a huge VD markup, and may even make my own card! (Note - I probably won't be making my own card...). I can't give away any more details right now. It's all very hush-hush. But, I am throwing everything at it this year, so I don't have to bother next year. 
Pizza. The food of kings. Silencer of the tummy rumbles. Simple, yet elegant and delicious. How could it possibly be improved upon? Surprisingly, the answer is to crack an egg on it. In a fit of wild experimentation, I tried it at Fi's last night. She stared at me, as if to say "No! You can't!" And yet, the voice in my head instructed me to proceed! It wasn't half bad either.
