I make my own pizza sauce - deep, rich, amazing, simmers for 4 hours...
and I make my own pizza dough - rises for 3 hours.
There is something so fulfilling about getting to 'almost' the end of the week and making something that clearly we can buy. But it tastes so gooooood I never ever would!
And while the dough rises and the sauce simmers I think of how one more day of teaching and then we can breathe. (and eat)
Scott take my sauce and my dough and makes what we call "pizza bread" - custom breads that we all love. I adore mine stuffed with bell peppers, spinach, mushrooms. Anna loves "test of courage" (he takes chicken we've cooked during the week and it soaks overnight in a sort of sweet & really hot sauce he invented) and Abigail loves sausage. We all love broccoli.
And that is how our weekend (always and forever) begins.
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