Tonight is pizza night, the best night of the week. Below, you will find a picture of what my dinner is going to look like. Tonight's pizza dough is still mixing in the bread machine, but every time I make pizza, it looks like this, and tastes like a choir of angels tap-dancing in my mouth. Because, a choir of angels is probably multi-talented, and the dancing is unexpected and thus more amazing than a choir of angels singing boring old churchy songs all up in your mouth. A plain cheese pizza might deliver that sensation. But this is something way better:
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| And a big thumbs up to Mike and Sarah for the sweet pizza stone! |
Pesto. Mozzarella. Feta. Onions. Tomatoes. Olives. Artichokes.
As a rule, we try not to eat this before any situation that requires us to stand within five feet of another human being. Actually, who am I kidding, my kitchen constantly smells like an immigrant. If I went a day without garlic, my body would probably cease to function in protest.
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