on the subject of unhealthy foodie stuff . . .

i left the pickle relish in my pocketbook over the weekend.  gah!!!!

and why exactly did i have a tiny tupperware container filled to brim with sweet relish?  silly.  because we went to river grille for lunch so i could snag one of their outrageously delicious 12" long hot dogs and because sometimes they have relish and sometimes the don't.  so yes, minerva, i bring my own.  not a lot beats an ice cold beer, an extraordinary hot dog and some roasted red taters.  yes.  i did.

back in the day,  one day a week was experimental dinner night.  something new.  untried.  the 9TS and i had some glorious flops but we also had a growing number of do-agains.  last night with the girls, it was homemade strombolis. 

but wait . . .  did i tell you we are now officially a hen house?  my 19 year old granddaughter moved in last month so it wasn't such a wicked daily commute to college.  it makes life delightful if not confusing.  kidlet and her niece have different first names but share the same shortened version.  to avoid confusion, i usually refer to them in writing as k1 and k2.  k1 being the older first version.  in voice . . . well, that's where it gets tricky . . .  the phone rang this morning asking for their singular name and i asked which one.  without batting an eye, the caller said the 26 year old.  people are learning.

anyway, last night the kitchen exploded in pizza dough, marinara sauce, pepperoni and mozzarella.  trial by fire would be appropriate considering the oven was cranked up to 500º.  but we ended up with this:

 and since we all know i usually forget to photograph until i'm half way through, this:

we each made our own and before k2 was halfway through hers, she was asking if this could be a do-again. with k1 nodding in the background, mouth stuffed with goodness.

why of course, sweet peas.  of course.