The Post Where I Cook Something

I have never ever ever wanted to have a cooking blog. In fact, when I find a recipe on Pinterest that I want to try, it irritates me to no end when I have to scroll through multiple paragraphs that describe the story behind the recipe before I can get to the actual recipe. The other thing that drives me nuts is how complicated some of them are. To a degree, I get it; once upon a time, I was a girl who didn’t know a whisk from a ladle. On the other hand, I probably would have learned how to cook a lot faster if I didn’t think that every step had to be so difficult.

It’s a Friday night, and my oldest daughter surprisingly had the night off from work. We decided to make homemade pizzas since my mom gave her a pizza stone that she has been itching to try for Christmas . My kitchen smells like garlic from the tomato sauce, and I am decently happy. I try to soak up the little bits of time that I get to spend with Kylie now that she is older. It’s nice to be able to hang out with her sometimes now. The last (gulp) 18 years are such a blur. I blinked and I missed them. On Monday of this week, she confirmed her planned attendance with the university that she is starting in the fall. I am happy that at least she chose a campus that is close enough to home that she doesn’t have to leave. I selfishly hoped that she wouldn’t go far, even though there were a few times during her early high school years that I would have gladly shipped her to college on a different planet. She looked at schools all across the state, and I would have supported her decision regardless of where she went. I do know that I would really have a hard time if she left for a college that isn’t nearby.

Anyhoo, the pizzas turned out to be pretty amazing. The twins even cleaned their plates. Kylie made the dough and sauce from scratch, and she had enough leftover dough to make cheesy bread, too. It was all so fabulous. I wanted to make a cauliflower crust pizza for myself because gluten and I are not friends, and it turned out shockingly well. The last time I made it, the crust was really watery and I had to eat the pizza with a fork which completely defeats the purpose. This time, I did some internet sleuthing and tweaked the recipe just a bit and it was as close to perfect as a pizza made out of cauliflower will ever be.

And because it is almost Valentine’s Day, Kylie made her pizza in the shape of a heart. (Well, it was supposed to look like a heart. We aren’t really sure of what happened in the oven.)

Bon appetit, friends.