This is getting old...

Dear Readers:

Another forced hiatus, directly related to the earlier one. The entire episode, which should be over in another week, can be summed up in two words: Infection and pulmonary embolism. (OK, that's three.)

Musta been the calzone.

Calzone!

Home-made calzone, fresh from the oven. I made one last night as a way to celebrate the return of my appetite, which had been kind of knocked off course or blunted somehow after a few days in hospital.

This is also a very delayed response to Rob Hardy's one-word comment on a long-ago one-word post on this blog (for a recap, go here.) Rob has posted pictures and recipes for home-made bagels, bread, and some other goodies, so this post was inspired by him and by the fact that I finally found some long-lost calzone photos.

One of the problems in our house is that the children each have strong and differing preferences about software, so we have several photo-editing and graphics packages, several web browsers, several music storage and editing programs, and dozens of utilities about which I know very little. Files, especially picture files, get saved in what seem like random, illogical places -- the digital equivalent of nooks and crannies and loose floorboards and old boxes and musty steamer trunks. I stumbled across the calzone photos while looking for something else. Lucky you.