every time i make this pizza dough, i fall more and more in love with myself. i kiss myself on the lips, and promise myself sweet things.. i won't go into more detail, but let's just say it's really really good. and perfect. and you will look like an even more amazing woman/man if you whip this up one night when the cupboards and fridge are bare and you call your love to dinner- and they're blown away and sweep you up off the floor and twirl you and later give you a foot rub. (none of which has happened yet. i'm still doing all of that to myself i guess…) but i'm sure YOUR love will do that.

i want to be able to say i discovered it myself. that one day i was messing about in the kitchen and just accidentally poured all the right ingredients together and voilà! i'm a genius. but i didn't… it doesn't keep me from acting like one though. tra la laa
the recipe was found here: jay's signature pizza crust
i add dried herbs into the dough when i'm kneading it- because it tastes divine, and makes my kitchen smell like heaven…
the only thing i suggest is to cut your dough in half- or cut off 1/4th to save for either bread sticks or some desserty pizza concoction. (i'd make cinnamon rolls out of it) but since last night i already added my garlic and herbs to the dough, i saved the 1/4th for bread sticks to make today- and last night i was sorely craving something sweet and delicious and doughy. d'oh!
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i didn't even stop there. i made this fantastic pizza… and i even cleaned up while in the middle of making it all. doing the dishes and sweeping the floors and and and… being all around amazing.
until i was too hot, and my legs were in major need of a shave, and i didn't want my belly to touch my legs- or anything to touch me for all that mattered. my awesomeness went down hill quickly. but my belly was full of delicioso that i am sharing with you. tra laa
so today i shaved my legs. and then i made bread sticks to lure steven out of bed. i was awesome…. until a big fecking spider crawled out from under the couch. i was just glad that my feet were curled up under me on the couch, or else i would have cried…
it scared me, and so i yelped/eeked/madesomedumbdistressednoise which freaked steven out. rightly so. because oh his pregnant wife just happens to be making some distress call which turns out to be a fecking spider. my hero in shoes… but then that just prompted me to need to move all the furniture and sweep and vacuum and dust and get rid of all of it! right now! i argued with him while furiously sweeping dust bunnies and dusting baseboards- all the while he stood there… looking at me… some crazy pregnant woman replaced his crazy wife. and this pregnant woman needed it to be clean. now. right now. this second.
i forgot to mention that this morning i went downstairs to make myself oatmeal. it bubbled away happily on the stove- but i just knew there was no way i was going to be able to eat it if the inside of the freezer wasn't scrubbed clean….
and so i scrubbed. while my oatmeal cooled into some thick science project. and then i made the mistake of opening the microwave…
maybe tomorrow morning i'll think about the microwave before i put the oats on to boil… because this is getting crazy in here.













































