by day’s end

my three daughters

will be

on three different continents

africa, australia, america (north)

and i

will be

like the moon

quietly

looking over

each of them

with light

and pride.

—

You teach your daughters the diameters of the planets

and wonder when you are done that they do not delight in your company.

– Samuel Johnson

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image credit: nasa.gov

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Oatmeal, whole wheat, flax seed pizza is a wholesome recipe and you will have no guilt of having a pizza again. This is a multigrain crust pizza with tomato basil homemade pizza sauce and topped with greens, sun-dried tomatoes, jalapenos, mushrooms.

Using dill leaves as a topping gave a very mild and warm flavour similar to that of anise.

Health Benefits:

Sun dried tomatoes are rich in nutrients, low in calorie, low in fat but high in sugar so despite of health benefits of eating sun dried tomatoes just the one with diabetes should be careful to budget this into their daily sugar intake before adding tomatoes to their diet.

So top with any toppings of your choice and enjoy with this wholesome pizza.

Yields: 2 medium Pizza
Preparation time: 20mins
Baking time: 13-15mins

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*

A spy could…