Death's Pizza
May. 30th, 2010 08:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
feliciakwI've been wanting to write about a lot of different things recently. A review of the latest SPN tie-in novel. I wanted to write a review of it the way I do after an ep. Then I realized that only a handful of peeps would know what I was talking about.
I've wanted to write about the medical/bebe situation, for my own journaling if nothing else. It's a constant struggle with the timing of everything.
Musey is toying with a gonna-be-Gambled (are things Gambled now? Or are they still Kripked?) scene of Sam and Dean getting back together.
And I've really wanted to write about a play I'm hoping we do at church. "Mountaintop." A one act, four person play about Abraham and Isaac, and paralleling it to the crucifixion. I directed it a long time ago, and I re-read it the other day. And I cried. I love this play. I cannot tell you how much I love it.
Oh, but about the pizza.
The Chicago deep dish pizza that Dean and Death shared made me hungry for pizza. But I'm not real keen on Chicago-style pizza. I'm much more of a New York style pizza person. But still, that pizza looked good. So ever since then I've had a hankering for homemade pizza. And tonight we finally got around to it. I haven't made homemade pizza since I was 16. And tonight I even made the dough from scratch (with my new KitchenAid mixer w/dough hook \o/). And let me tell you, it was de-lish. And yes, it needed a fork and knife to eat it, because the way we load the toppings on a homemade pizza? Yeah. You need the extra help.
Tomorrow we're having people over for the first cookout on Geo's new grill. We did corn yesterday; tomorrow will be burgers and brats. And I've got some citrus sangria, and I made some strawberry & berry blue poke cake, which poke cake is one of my favorites. We're having several people over. The only thing missing is a swimming pool. (And the parade, but I won't get into that right now.)
I've wanted to write about the medical/bebe situation, for my own journaling if nothing else. It's a constant struggle with the timing of everything.
Musey is toying with a gonna-be-Gambled (are things Gambled now? Or are they still Kripked?) scene of Sam and Dean getting back together.
And I've really wanted to write about a play I'm hoping we do at church. "Mountaintop." A one act, four person play about Abraham and Isaac, and paralleling it to the crucifixion. I directed it a long time ago, and I re-read it the other day. And I cried. I love this play. I cannot tell you how much I love it.
Oh, but about the pizza.
The Chicago deep dish pizza that Dean and Death shared made me hungry for pizza. But I'm not real keen on Chicago-style pizza. I'm much more of a New York style pizza person. But still, that pizza looked good. So ever since then I've had a hankering for homemade pizza. And tonight we finally got around to it. I haven't made homemade pizza since I was 16. And tonight I even made the dough from scratch (with my new KitchenAid mixer w/dough hook \o/). And let me tell you, it was de-lish. And yes, it needed a fork and knife to eat it, because the way we load the toppings on a homemade pizza? Yeah. You need the extra help.
Tomorrow we're having people over for the first cookout on Geo's new grill. We did corn yesterday; tomorrow will be burgers and brats. And I've got some citrus sangria, and I made some strawberry & berry blue poke cake, which poke cake is one of my favorites. We're having several people over. The only thing missing is a swimming pool. (And the parade, but I won't get into that right now.)