It’s a weird week. Mr. Wonderful is in real estate school (he spends hours a day studying as well so my mom is convinced he’s going to “graduate” as valedictorian!!!). Jack had basketball practice last night and then we ate dinner with my parents (score!). He has a basketball game tonight at 6:30 (what?! that’s way too late!!!!) so the cooking won’t be good. Tonight I am putting one of those pre-seasoned Smithfield pork loins in the oven and calling it dinner. It’s not gourmet but it’s better than going hungry. Sometimes you just gotta do what’s easy. Although, y’all are getting to know me well enough through this fantastic (ahem!) blog so you should know I always do what’s easiest!

Next week Jack starts real baseball (as opposed to fake baseball!). His last basketball game is Saturday and his first baseball practice is Tuesday. At 3:30. 20 minutes up the road. And he gets off the bus at 3 pm. And the baby is still asleep at 3 pm most days. So that ought to be interesting. I’ll keep you posted on how that cluster-you-know-what turns out. I’m looking forward to baseball season though. It’s definitely my favorite! And not to brag or anything, but Jack is pretty damn good at baseball. It’s just one of those things that he took to right away and it’s so fun to watch! This will be the first year off the tee so it’s gonna be a fun one folks! And my childhood best friend’s (whose mom’s pizza recipe I’m going to share with you) son is on the same team as my son so that’s pretty exciting too! It’s going to be a fun season.

“Best friends” are a funny thing. I actually find it kind of offensive. Other than my mom and my husband, I can’t say that any of my friends are my best friends or my worst friends. I love them all. They’re all unique and beautiful and fun. They’re all the best. I understand the varying degrees of closeness, and I get that time is a factor in having a “best” friend but, I don’t know, I’m just not on board with “best” friends in adulthood. I’m probably the odd girl out but that’s usually the case with me anyway. I’d love anybody’s feedback that wants to jump in and tell me their thoughts. This was a random tangent and quite irrelevant to anything I’ve been talking about but it’s my blog and I can do what I want. Nanny nanny boo boo!

Anywho, on to the pizza. I used to love it when my friend would have me spend the night on homemade pizza night. It was just the best. It brings back some great memories. So when I had to become all adult like, I asked her to provide me with the recipe and she very kindly did. So here goes:

Ingredients

1 lb ground beef (I use the extra lean)

1 can tomato sauce

1 skinny can tomato paste

1 tsp minced garlic

1 tbsp. oregano

8 oz shredded cheddar

pizza crust (I use Boboli thin crust)

pizza toppings of your choosing (we just did pepperoni the other night – we have a hard time agreeing on pizza toppings)

shredded mozzarella

olive oil

garlic powder to taste

Directions:

Brown hamburger and drain fat. Add tomato sauce, paste, garlic and oregano and let simmer 10-15 minutes. Mix in shredded cheddar and blend until melted.

Drizzle olive oil on pizza crust and sprinkle with garlic powder. (I like to use one of those kitchen paintbrush thingies (definitely the technical name there) and spread it all evenly. Then spread sauce on the pizza crust/dough, top how you please, sprinkle with shredded mozzarella (or whatever your preference is – I had to use 4 slices of mozzarella and some shredded cheddar the other night coz mama sucks at making lists when grocery shopping) and then bake according to the pizza crust package directions (mine was 8-10 minutes on 450)

The sauce makes enough for about 2 pizzas and since it’s just the 4 of us, one pizza is plenty. Can you guess where this is going?! Yep!!!! I freeze the remainder so that I have a quick, easy meal down the road! It’s just my favorite thing in all the world to have a freezer full of premade meals!!!

I don’t know what I’m cooking the rest of the week. There was talk of going out to eat Thursday night but we shall see. And then you know what happens (or doesn’t happen as the case may be) on Fridays. So, until I get my ass in the kitchen again…xoxo

PS Of course I forgot to take a picture. It looked like damn good pizza. Use your imagination!