Home again, home again, jiggety-jig

I'm back from grandma-land again. It's as cold and rainy as it's supposed to be in October, which could be depressing, I suppose, except that when I look out the window I see all this rich color and texture



and think what a nice day we're having.

It helps a lot that we finally found pizza that is worth the drive! Because of the dearth of edible pizza here, we've been making our own - with pretty stellar results:



But now we have Apizza - no, not the one in Portland - it's in Stayton, and it's well worth the drive (like going all the way to Morton Grove for Burt's pies). Their pizza crust is crisp, yet tender, and the toppings don't crowd and jostle, but greet our palates a few at a time. The beverage list is twice as long as the pie menu, with Busch Light and fountain drinks, organic wines and beers, pear cider (hard) and cane-sugar sodas (like Coca-Cola as it was made before about 1970).

I'd put in a picture of their pie, but then I'd have to stay up all night worrying you'd come sneaking around looking for the two pieces we managed to save for tomorrow.

At the bottom of the menu it says, "We do not accept tips. Money left at the tables will be donated to charity. Thank you." No; thank YOU!