I've gotten good enough at making pizza that bought ones are considered inferior by my son. Ten years ago, he liked those awful Jack's frozen pizzas. Then it was Domino's, then the local pizza place. Now he expects home made. I'm sure that many regulars here are as skilled or more skilled than me at making pizza crust. A lot of it is just having discovered great sauce.
https://stanislaus.com/scratch-produ...d-pizza-sauce/

I came home from work feeling wiped out. My wife said she'd be happy with leftover lasagna, but my son requested that I make pizza. So I got off my ass, got the dough made and proofing, and drove down to the little Italian grocery to buy sausage and pepperoni, etc. etc.

I expect that Covid will get worse, and I'll buy several packages of pepperoni, which are vacuum packed, and keep a long time in the fridge, but buying fresh sausage won't happen. I'm the only one who is super into sausage anyway. I think that the reason that I'm so low energy in Covid. It's not that I have it, but the fear of it saps my reserves. A few nights ago, I had my first Covid nightmare, and I almost never wake from disturbing dreams.. I don't trip on waking up from bad dreams. There's no residual *creepedoutedness*. It's the day to day stress of being around people, too many of whom don't practice proper Covid hygiene. Right now, failing to fully cover your mouth, *and your nose*, is worse--from a public health perspective--than not washing your hands after you wipe your ass.

Most of you are either retired, or have jobs that don't put you in peril to much of an extent. If are at all a decent person, you will practice proper Covid hygiene.

--Bryan