That's OK. I keep on cooking, and the fact that the Mr. pays little attention to the taste of our meals does not diminish my joy for trying new recipes and techniques. Besides, I think Al may have inherited my taste for food, so at least someone around here will appreciate my kitchen projects.
To be fair, the Mr. is not completely without gastronomic sense. He will put away most of these from-scratch chocolate chunk pecan cookies. However, I predict that the pizza will be one of those mere hunger-enders. Especially when he realizes that it's meatless and on a whole wheat crust.
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I'd like a little column A and a little from column B, please.
Henry and I made pizza together tonight. Only I didn't see that he had turned the knob on our ANCIENT stove to 'broil' and our pizza was a big hot mess. He had some mac-n-cheese instead, I'm still hungry. And pregnant. And I would like some PIZZA!
I am actually drooling, no joke. Those cookies look so damn sexy and that 'za - divine.
Wanna adopt me?
*drools* I want cookie.
Mmmmmm. Now I'm hungry! Those look so good!
I married a man who doesn't really like Italian food, which is of course my specialty! It's a good thing these men are worth it!
Both look delicious. I can practically smell the pizza. My husband has the appetite of a large, deep-fried food fan, but the brain of a size 0 supermodel...so he complains when I cook questionable items. But I know deep down inside he loves my mildly fatty foods.
i wish I could blame you for the cookies I'm about to eat (which are baking in the oven), but I bought the mix yesterday. Before you posted. I have no one to blame but myself.
That pizza looks divine. Jojo would LOVE IT -- black olives! YUMMY!
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