The husband has been enjoying my last few posts. He likes my stories. He likes the long stories. I think it's a welcome distraction for his breaks at work, because he refuses to read my blog at home, where he's too busy living life. So he says to me the other day, "You should keep it up." With the stories that is. He wants a story with every post. My response was, "Sometimes there's no story, fool." That's right, I have moved beyond calling him "dude" to "fool". But, sometimes I still slip up.
Getting back to the lack of story, this post is a great example. There's not even a recipe, much less a story. It's been so hot, I've been too lazy to stand around the kitchen, the warmest room in the house, so we've been grilling, and enjoying the patio. I quickly put together these pita pizzas with leftovers in the fridge, some salami, kalamata olives, basil from the garden, mozzarella from the freezer, and they cooked up in less than 5 minutes. The husband threw together a salad from the garden, although it took him twice as long to make it. And in no time, or more like 20 minutes, we were sitting in the backyard, sipping on cool white wine, and enjoying a quick and satisfying meal, that required no real cooking effort.
At the end of the meal, the husband had an idea, we should build an outside brick oven. This is coming from a guy whose last construction project was installing baseboard, 6 years ago, with adult supervision, where he almost lost his fingers. No thanks, I say. That would make for too long a story.
|The husband, easily impressed with the cheese.|