By MODERN PEASANT
"When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's amore." - Dean Martin
Here is a small poem about craving fresh pizza in the 'boosh', as ye do!
A Wild Pizza Craving
Out in the wilderness surrounded by naught
But rocks and trees, mud and an old barrel stove,
My mind drifts to pleasures I've previously sought
A hot cheesy pizza fresh from the oven's love,
With just basic things my hands have forged
Dough from flour and water, sauce from tomatoes red,
Atop this make-shift pizza my toppings enlarged
But into the oven's heat it must be led,
This simple pie is what my soul does sing
As I stoke the fire and wait with patience due,
Hoping the flames give this creation life to bring
And satisfy the craving that chews right through,
When stranded with nature your comforts are flee'd
But creativity can simple pleasures concede,
With rocks and mud and an old barrel agreeing
This wild fired pizza is all that I need!
OK, enough of that!
Source the largest ugliest rocks you find to form a 'foundation of sorts'. A heavy plinth of any description that's non flammable will suffice
Find a few trees to strip you may have laying around. ;-)
Carry out caveman carpentry as required.
Build like MODERN PEASANT!
Time for a musical interjection. This lady is most talented, think about buying her things!
'Rain stops play'...tea?
Put it all together and see what kind of shambolic culinary disorder you can make!