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A couple weeks ago I announced to the summer students, "We should cook dinner together!" With Bree in New York and Jeff an absentee housemate, I'm left to fend for myself. But group cooking (and eating) sounds fun, whether at a co-op or among summer students.

"Okay, you first!" Sonia, one of the summer students, announced in reply. "Cook dinner for us on Friday!"

And so I was immediately roped in to my own scheme.

It went excellently. We departed work early on Friday (7:30 pm!) and quickly descended upon the Armenian grocery store, where, hungry, we eagerly filled our basket with everything that was conceivably related to making pizza. For the pizza substrate, we picked a big round piece of (presumably) Armenian bread--I think it was called "Pourri"--and a couple bags of pita for good measure.

The pizza turned out excellently. This mysterious annular bread made a delicious crust, and we covered it in tomatoes, artichoke hearts, zuchini, garlic, olives, mushrooms, mozarella, and I forget what else. We should have taken a better picture of it.