More lost and found

I just dug out of my wallet a crumpled and bedraggled but historically significant piece of paper: a list of ingredients in green ink on the back of a Port Townsend bed-and-breakfast receipt, being the toppings of a particularly extraordinary pizza that I once consumed in Great Barrington, MA. I'm excited to have found this, not only because now Amelia and I can try to reproduce it next time we make pizza crust, but also because I can now send this scrap to its long home after its five years of following me on my travels, and thereby lighten my wallet by a fractional but nonetheless meaningful amount. Here's the list:

DOLCE VITA PIZZA

tomato sauce
wilted spinach
mozzarella cheese
figs
Gorgonzola cheese
prosciutto
sprinkled with rosemary-infused olive oil and Parmesan cheese

I'll post some pictures if/when we get around to making this...

KEEP ANDREW JACKSON OFF MY MONEY

So Andrew Jackson is on the new dollar coins. I know it's a president-by-president progression, but I'm still incensed.

Part A:

What was wrong with Sacagawea, anyway? Why can't we have a woman on a single piece of U.S. currency?

Part B:

Andrew Jackson was a tyrant whose presidency was an embarrassment to the ideals this country is supposed to stand for. His actions against the Native Americans (with particular reference to his defiance of the Supreme Court and the Trail of Tears) were simply unconscionable and there is just no excuse for our condoning his actions by honoring him in this way. I object to...no, that's not strong enough: I am nauseated by being made to see this blackguard's face a hundred times every day.

That is all.