Lure of the Takeout Pizza
You know what's funny—not funny ha ha, but funny sighhhh?
Yesterday morning I posted about meaning to cook more. Local ingredients, best of the season, blah blah blah. Ten hours later, I picked up a cheese pizza and house salad for our dinner. Brought it home and served it on china plates like I had cooked it or something.
Nothing like a melting-down kid to bring an inspired cook back down to earth. This is when I love having a fast, friendly pizza shop nearby—one that's dedicated to hormone-free cheese and naturally raised meats. It's not a chain, but I sure wish it were. Hint to chains: Parents want speed AND good ingredients. Hop on the train, okay?
We fed Baby A (who is immensely proud to eat "big triangles" of pizza and munch on carrot sticks "just like Ollie the Bunny from 'Wonder Pets' ") and put her to bed, where she stayed, without a peep, for twelve hours, GLORY HALLELUJAH, and emerged her happy and hyper self this morning.
After that kind of good sleep, I'm in a great mood for some Friday Fun. Let's get started.
* Speaking of someone who might should leave the pizza cooking to the professionals: Mommy Needs Coffee seems to have passed her setting-food-afire gene on to her kids.
* Looking to feed your baby or toddler in style? Wigged out by news of bibs featuring lead? Then keep an eye on Mostess Creations and its new line of bibs, burp cloths, and aprons.
* Finally, a modest proposal for your weekend evenings: Read this list of winning cocktails at Salon. Pick your favorite one (or two) and secure ingredients this afternoon. Maybe get some quick take-out for dinner. Put kids to bed by 7:30. No later. Mix drinks, toast the weekend with your partner or friends, drink.
That's my plan. Here's to it.
Update: Title changed from "Siren Song of..." to "Lure of...". You know why? Because I remembered that following a siren's song leads to bad things. And ain't nothing wrong with a takeout pizza.
