Mexican black bean and pumpkin pizza with lime, coriander and yoghurt

On Friday night Elliot and I saw Father John Misty at the Forum for the second time. They've redone it since last time we were there and it's way easier to get around, and to buy a drink. Our favourite venue just got favouriter! (As a side note, last time we were there for FJM I saw Marlon Williams coming up the stairwell from the girls' toilets. It's just one more reason I love the place.)

The minute Father came on stage, he was greeted with an eruption of applause and a sea of smiling faces that stopped smiling only to sing along. Never have I been to a gig where such a massive proportion of the audience knew, and sang, almost every lyric for the entire show. I was with my people!

Rather than providing an exhaustive summary of everything that happened as I did for Paul McCartney and Foo Fighters (I fear a third time would run the risk of losing me a few followers!), instead I just want to share a few of the most intelligent, cynical, sardonic, often dark yet sometimes oddly touching lyrics that are a massive part of why I love this man so much. These lyrics marked some moments of pure unadulterated elation as we all shouted the words as if our lives depended on it!

"She says, like literally ... Music is the air she breathes ... And the malaprops make me want to fucking scream ... I wonder if she even knows what that word means ... Well, it's literally not that."

"We sang 'Silent Night' in three parts, which was fun ... Till she said that she sounds just like Sarah Vaughan ... I hate that soulful affectation white girls put on ... Why don't you move to the Delta?"

– 'The Night Josh Tillman Came to Our Apt.' (from I Love You, Honeybear)

"It's easy to assume that you've built some rapport ... With a someone who only likes you for what you like yourself for ... Okay, you be my mirror but remember that there are only a few angles I tend to prefer ... I'm only here to serve."

– 'A Bigger Paper Bag' (from Pure Comedy)

"When the historians find us we'll be in our homes ... Plugged into our hubs ... Skin and bones.

A frozen smile on every face ... As the stories replay ... This must have been a wonderful place."

– 'Total Entertainment Forever' (from Pure Comedy)

"How many people rise and say ... 'My brain's so awfully glad to be here ... For yet another mindless day'?"

"How many people rise and think ... 'Oh good, the stranger's body's still here ... Our arrangement hasn't changed'?"

– 'Bored in the USA' (from I Love You, Honeybear)

"Oh, and love is just an institution based on human frailty .. What's your paradise got to do with Adam and Eve? ... Maybe love is just an economy based on resource scarcity ... But what I fail to see is what that's got to do with you and me."

– 'Holy Shit' (from I Love You, Honeybear)

"Eventually the dying man takes his final breath ... But first checks his news feed to see what he's 'bout to miss ... And it occurs to him a little late in the game ... We leave as clueless as we came ... From rented heavens to the shadows in the cave ... We'll all be wrong someday."

– 'Ballad of the Dying Man' (from Pure Comedy)

"Oh, their religions are the best ... They worship themselves yet they're totally obsessed ... With risen zombies, celestial virgins, magic tricks ... These unbelievable outfits ... And they get terribly upset ... When you question their sacred texts ... Written by woman-hating epileptics."

"Oh comedy, their illusions they have no choice but to believe ... Their horizons that just forever recede ... And how's this for irony ... Their idea of being free is a prison of beliefs ... That they never ever have to leave..."

– 'Pure Comedy' (from Pure Comedy... obviously)

"Just one Cadillac will do to get us out to where we're going ... I've brought my mother's depression ... You've got your father's scorn, and a wayward aunt's schizophrenia ... But everything is fine ... Don't give into despair ... Cause I love you, honeybear"

– 'I Love You, Honeybear' (from I Love You, Honeybear... obviously)

At the conclusion of the show we were on far too much of a high to go home, so instead we wandered down to Birrarung Marr and sat down to enjoy the view across the river – something neither of us had actually done for a long time. Melbourne really is one of the most beautiful, vibrant, and diverse cities in the world.

As we went into a little bar for an Aperol Spritz (they will forever be remembered as 30-year-old me's favourite drink), to my absolute glee, 'Spice Up Your Life' was followed up by 'Wannabe' and 'Stop'. I don't know who was choosing the songs, but if I did I'd send them a surprise badge in the mail saying 'World's Greatest DJ'. I have a feeling it may have been the bartender who later joined me in a singalong to Michael Jackson as I waited for my next Aperol Spritz. Elliot was in such a good mood that I actually had him partly convinced of the Spice Girls' merit as masters of their genre.

When we got home at 1.30 am, it was clearly time for eggs. Did they lessen the next day's hangover? Who knows, but I'm going to say yes.

Now about this pizza. This is (I hope) unlike any pizza you've ever eaten before. The only Italian thing about it is the base; the rest of it is all about the Mexican flavours. In general, anything with jalapenos, lime, and coriander is okay with me, and this easy combo of pumpkin, red capsicum and red onion is the perfect canvas for them. I reckon it's probably our favourite meal (though Mexican chilli mac and cheese runs a close second for being so ridiculously freaking quick and easy. We're fiends when it comes to Mexican).

I've realised only as I go to tick which categories this recipe falls into that it actually doesn't! But while it's not quite cheap, quick, or low-calorie enough to merit ticking the boxes, it comes pretty darn close in all regards. (And if you are on a diet, just replace the base with pita breads and go easy on the cheese.)