Having friends over for homemade pizza tonight. Four varieties: plain, pepperoni, mushrooms/onions, and garden (spinach, broccoli, black olives, and whatever other veggies I have lying around in my fridge). I started making my own pizzas a month ago and have become addicted--haven't ordered take-out pizza since.
I'm also toying around with a big salad and, of course, a few bottles of wine.
Joe, I received a crock pot for Christmas and haven't had the opportunity to use it yet. Your post makes me want to start using it right away. Maybe tomorrow night.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body
