I really never did get the saying my sister from another mother – not because I did not understand the meaning, but because I did not get the sentiment. I grew up with someone – from when we were 3 to when we were 23 we were like a married couple. And when that relationship ended, it was more like getting divorced than losing a sibling. Then, the other day a reply to an email popped into my inbox “I cannot imagine a time when you were not part of my life”. And then, I GOT IT. I have a friend who is so much more than a friend. She is like my sister. It is as if she has always been a part of who I am. I am ‘friend shy’ and so I don’t always make a move friendship wise. I fear rejection. And yet, with this person, I know she is more than my friend.
To my darling friend, I know you will read this, and know it is about you! There is a space in my heart where you belong! My home is always open to you and my ears will be there for listening, my shoulders there for leaning on and any time you need it, a bottle of wine will be open for us to share. You are my sister from another mother!
This pizza is a perfect meal for sharing – slice for slice, or bite for bite!
- preheat the oven to 180° Celsius
- put your pizza dough into a pizza tin
- use the back of a teaspoon to cover with the tapenade
- spread the sausage slices evenly around the pizza
- sprinkle over the Parmesan
- bake for 15 minutes
- add the fresh rocket before slicing
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