Maybe you have a pizza night – a night of little to no cooking where you call out or pick up a pie or maybe throw a frozen pie into the oven. If you do, good for you! Who wants to cook dinner every night until you die? Amiright?
We have pizza night once or twice a month. It isn’t a regular event governed by the calendar but rather more a rebellion from the routine of dinner preparation. Tonight, we had Pepperoni pizza from our local grocery store – Central Market. Susan popped it in the oven, and we had an improvised Greek Village salad with some fresh figs from two days ago. The dressing was a balsamic vinegarette.
Eat your heart out Zuckerberg.
