We watched as the flour settled across the land. The smell if marinara was thick in the air.
"That son of a bitch. He really did it," I said to myself as I looked upon the rubble of the demolished hut.
The chef turned back to me and smiled, fresh mozzarella in hand.
He really had done it.
He had out pizza'd the hut.
Updated #introduction
I currently live in #austin #austinTx; in the process of moving to #portland #pdx
I'm interested in #openSource #linux #selfHosted #homeAutomation #homeAssistant
I advocate for #civicTech #openData
Past #library commissioner, #communityTech commissioner, and Code for America brigade captain
I occasionally post photos of #cooking, #bread, #pizza, and Franklin the #cat. You're welcome.
