Wednesday, October 7, 2009

pizza

My husband would be happy if we had pizza every night. The closest I can come to his nirvana is once a week. It's quite a process but I really enjoy it. (details here) I make three pizzas. This week they were: pepperoni and olive, 1/2 cheese 1/2 pineapple, and bbq chicken. Pizza night is a favorite for two reasons: everyone gets happy-tummy full and there is no complaining. Can't go wrong with that.

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