It's amazing how much our childhood can shape the things we
truly love, isn't it? Because my mom loves Anne of Green Gables, I also
love Anne of Green Gables. Because my dad loves the water, I also love
the water. Because my mom loves to thrift shop and garage sale, I also
love to thrift shop and garage sale. Because my dad loves stove top
popcorn, I also love stove top popcorn. I guess that's a huge reason why I can be incredibly thankful that I was brought up in a loving family!
Another thing that I grew up with was homemade pizza. Yes, this is delicious as it sounds! My mom use to make
pizza from scratch, including hand-crafting the dough. whipping together her own sauce as well as chopping
all of the ingredients. After a labor-intensive afternoon for her, my siblings
and I were invited into the kitchen to pick what we wanted on our pizzas. Once our pizzas were assembled and in the oven, we would
usually gather in the living room for family movie night.
When I started
working last year I was bound and determined to take this family tradition and create a new version of it with my friends. That idea quickly
fell by the wayside when I faced the reality of how exhausted I was by the end
of a work week. While I don't anticipate being any less tired when I wrap up the school week this time around, I do have a better game plan in place to keep pizza night
more of a possibility then it was last year. That's right, I have made my
very own frozen pizzas! I called up a friend, shared my idea with her and
we spent a long afternoon kneading dough, mixing sauce, chopping ingredients and assembling our
very own frozen pizzas. It was fun and will hopefully encourage me to
invite friends over for some Friday fun even when I'm tired. Who says homemade pizza has to be fresh, anyway?!
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