One day, Miranda invited us to eat pizza in her house. She is a painter from England. She made pancakes with fermented dough. Then she spread cheese on the pancakes. She minced pork and made pork into meat sauce. She placed meat sauce and raw onion onto the pancake. The meat tasted sweet and salty, a kind of secret recipe. Then she sprinkled pepper on our pizza. 

We ate contently. There was bacon, corn and minced pork flavors for choice. The homemade dough tasted nice. While we were eating, Miranda fried pancakes and cut them into sections. When I asked for new pancakes, I fetched them with a spade from a small frying pan.

I remembered pea soup. Miranda boiled soup with pea. At home, for Chinese cooking, we rarely cooked soup with pea. And the pea soup impressed me. The pea soup tasted thick in gravy.