My husband Shane (aka David) is a great cook. He also has a great sense of humor. So, you know, win-win.
It’s blizzarding here in Massachusetts. Really blizzarding, like it’s been snowing for maybe 20 hours straight.
Shane/David watched the kids all day while I worked from home so that I wouldn’t have to use precious vacation or sick time. While Sid napped, he made brownies. And then with sense of humor intact—tough because the kids were more or less totally bananas for a good part of day—he made pizza for dinner.
Although we don’t like it as much as Shane’s homemade dough, we’ve been buying pizza dough from Wegmans for weeknight use. It needs to be really stretched, but if you do that, it works fine. Since it was just the 4 of us, Shane made just two pies, a margherita for everyone followed by a white for the adults. I kicked in a simple salad.
Thanks to Shane/David, for killing it today.*
*I want to say he’s a masterpiece, but that is probably way too cheesy.
