I love that you are interested in cooking more lately, but I really miss your amazing pizzas . Forget the crouton breaded eggplant or the amazing dinner we had tonight. I miss the kitchen being extra cozy from the super hot oven and I miss the cheesy goodness and crunchy chewy crust. I miss laughing at how you go crazy to make the pizza perfectly round, and I love how you always make sure it is nice and crispy, just the way I like it.
When you were courting me we had pizza every Friday night we were together. It seems that now we are married you no longer feel the need to make me pizza. My jeans thank you for it because it is irresistible and it is hard to eat just a couple of pieces, but it needs to come back and visit again… Soon!
P.S. Is this the reason you’re afraid to make pizza again? Afraid you’ll turn back into your little kid self? (Please don’t kill me for posting this cuteness)
P.P.S. To be fair… here I am!