Perhaps it’s a sign that we’re not yet ready for parenthood, but almost every time William and I eat homemade pizza, we lament the day we will have to share it with our future children. We can’t imagine being limited to a third or quarter of a pie each. What will we do? Serve a salad or roasted vegetables on the side. Depressing. I want cheese, not fiber filler.
Maybe that makes us selfish. Maybe I’ll have to make two pies at a time. But until that day comes, we’ll continue to overindulge in damn-fine homegrown pies.
Tonight I cleared the fridge for my pizza with stellar results: Italian sausage, red peppers, arugula, fresh oregano, marinara, and mozzarella atop our standard dough from epicurious.com. And with William gone, I don’t have to share it with anyone.
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You know you could share it with your Aunt and Uncle and skip having those children things. Selfish? – I don’t think so!