This is Max.
This is the gout...
noun; an acute, recurrent disease characterized by painful inflammation of the joints, chiefly those in the feet and hands, and especially in the great toe, and by an excess of uric acid in the blood. For centuries, gout has been known as a "rich man's disease" or a disease caused by overindulgence in food and drink.
Yep, young, Max you have to pay the price for living the good life in Maberga.
It's true, we did overindulge in food and drink for about 72 hours straight. After only 30 hours Max developed acute and inexplicable pain in his knees. Well, he couldn't explain it. I knew for sure that it was from pedaling his friend Jencie and I along the sea in a bicycle with 4 wheels. I did have a nice photo of Max and Jencie in the bike by the sea but due to an unfortunate incident involving my computer and some red wine during a time of heavy overindulgence (is that redundant?), I've lost those photos. But here's a nice photo of the group in a local restaurant
Anyway, Dr. David, upon hearing of the ailment named it immediately. "Boy's got the gout."
So Max took some of the arthritis pills we have for our 10 year old, over-weight dog
And then set out to make a wild boar pizza....for breakfast.
Ok, this is really what Max-making-wild-boar-pizza looked like
He'd become a little wild-boar-pizza-making skittish after the first night when he slipped the just prepared raw pizza right off the peel into the ashes in the oven thus rendering it inedible (or not eatable, as I prefer saying). So David had to help a bit on the second attempt. Plus, Max was suffering pretty badly from the gout that last morning. David, on the other hand seems to be gout immune.
There it is. The very first ever in the history of pizzas -- Max's Amazing Cinghiale Breakfast Pizza
Thanks for visiting, Max and Jencie. Please come back again some time soon.
PS. In case anyone is worried, the gout is gone.