A woman on the run... wait, no. Back that up. A woman on the GO! Yes, that's much better. Wouldn't want any of you to think The Homemaker was going to show up some time on America's Most Wanted! So, yes, back to being on the run, GO.
The Girl is doing Color Guard (and pretty fab at it, if I do say so my Homemaker self!) and is there from 830a-430p. While she was off twirling flags and dancing her heart out, I doowopped over to YFC for my daily delight. I heart that place. Yes, that WAS my FB status yesterday! After working in an unusually extremely quiet office (now THAT part I didn't much like - I'm more of a hub-bub kinda girl) I headed back to the school to pick up The Girl so I could race home, prep dinner, explain step-by-step instructions to The Girl so she can go out into the world and be able to feed herself something more than drive thru...
ALERT: insert complete bunny trail here...
(When did THAT happen, by the by? Drive "thru"... Was "through" stripped of its prepositional title? Of course I had to go in search, but bottom line, "thru" won out by a sign... A dollar sign... Less letters to print on the other kind of sign. But I also found this from Grammar Girl's website which I thought was hysterical enough to merit a SOL: snort out loud:
"Wow. So in some informal instances it appears that it is OK to use thru; but I think I'd be remiss if I actually told you to go ahead and use it. My impression is that using the spelling t-h-r-u is kind of equivalent to dotting your i's with little hearts: people will know what you mean, but they'll think you aren't a very serious person. I would definitely stick with the more formal and widely accepted spelling: t-h-r-o-u-g-h." from Grammar Girl's website.")
Back on track, what was I saying? Oh, right, pizza. I decided to create a new recipe: Roasted Eggplant Parmesan Pizza! I took the Ichiban eggplants from our garden, peeled MOST of the skin away and left pretty little purple stripes, cut into 1/4 inch thick slices, tossed with sea salt and EVOO:
So there I was at 8:03pm, listening to others speak, watching Cap'n Jack wilting with hunger and both of us are thinking of that scrumptious new recipe just waiting for us at home! We get home and the pizza stone is EMPTY.
I asked The Girl, "there ARE leftovers, right?" "Oh yeah, in the fridge!" I was so relieved! Until... I see... TWO measly little pieces of pizza... sitting there... by themselves... not even leftover roasted eggplant leftovers to nibble... Of course I gifted Cap'n Jack with both pieces... Hello! He is a grown man! TWO little pieces?
I had grapes. (Right now I hear in my own personal internal movieland-world-of-a-brain the line from Dirty Dancing, "I carried a watermelon." But instead, see Baby in your mind's eye, looking awkward and irritated saying, "I had grapes?")
The Girl and MamaMia were in SO. MUCH. TROUBLE.
REALLY?! (that's another blog, but so flipping appropriate here.) Anyhoo, I know I told some of you out there in RealLifeLand that I would purge the emotion and not bring it up again. I fully intended to stick to that, until I came across these beautiful pics of that artwork called my new recipe. Hopefully I will be able to duplicate it this coming weekend... AND EAT THE WHOLE THING MYSELF!
