If I were to be completely honest here, I would probably have to report the handful of  Hershey’s kisses I had in the pocket of my pea coat and ate during a board of trustees meeting at 6:30 as technically my dinner.

However. I did make something for late lunch, which is why I found myself at said meeting at 6:30 having not eaten anything for a few hours. Mid-afternoon was pizza, made my very favorite way: by spreading a container of roasted peppers, zucchini, eggplant and garlic, glossy with olive oil and with a bit of spicy bite, which I picked up for $5 from the Italian Supermarket (on the corner of 20th Avenue and Edmonton Trail NE), over a stretched-out foundation of No-Knead bread dough, scattering with part-skim mozarella and a grating of Parmesan, and baking at 400F for about 20 minutes. You don’t even need to bother with tomato sauce; those containers of roasted veg are like instant, made from scratch pizza. If you don’t want to bother making pizza dough, they sell frozen blobs of that too for 75 cents. 75 cents! What’s 75 cents anymore? Not even chocolate bars.

(I realize pizza has become a theme here. If it’s any consolation, I’m starting to tire of it. Unfortunately, it will probably only be a few days before I want some again.)