Za'atar

I finished my essay yesterday afternoon - sans introduction, which I usually sleep on. Walked up to Miramar Nut Shop, bought Turkish delights and a box of za'atar. Last night I made za'atar pizza for dinner; drizzled olive oil on pita bread, sprinkled generous amount of za'atar, squeezed on lemon juice, sliced mushrooms, green olives, a little chili, parmesan cheese. Sensational. Watched Little Oberon - terrible - a hopeless stew of The Wickerman, Crossing Over, and A Country Practice, and to make matters worse, it starred Sigrid Thornton. By the way, I love The Wickerman.