Making pizza as cool as possible with the best vegetable sheet pizza! Please tell me you love pizza, pleeeeease! Because I do. Too…
I’m sitting here with an empty cup of coffee, thinking if I should make myself a new one, but decaf this time as it’s late and I want to go to sleep in a few hours. I used to think coffee had no effect on me, but lately I’ve come to the realization that it does, at least in the evening.
It’s also pouring outside, which you probably don’t care about at all, but I just thought I’d share it anyway. And, playing on a screen next to me is episode-whatever of The Real Housewives of New York City. If you’re side-eyeing me right now, well, I don’t hold it against you. I’m watching season 7 right now, but I’ve never actually seen the show before so I kind of have no idea who the girls are. Not that it really matters if I know or not.
I can’t believe I’m about to write this, but … holidays are just around the corner!
If you’re giving me the side-eye because of that statement I don’t blame you, I’m giving myself one too. It is October 13th, way too soon to be thinking about the holidays, but I’m telling you they’re almost here. They’re hiding somewhere between all the pumpkins and Halloween decor, the cold and my refusal to wear a winter coat. I’ll turn around one day and it’ll be December.
The stores tend to hurry with this and I sometimes wonder when we’ll start seeing Christmas decor in August, but so far so good, they’re pacing themselves and I haven’t seen anything yet, apart from the Halloween decor.
I always seem to go back to spinach. Whatever I cook, spinach is bound to pop up soon enough. And for the past few days I’ve been really thinking about my love for it and where does it come from? I don’t remember a specific time, I just know I’ve always loved it. My immediate association is always Popeye, I used to watch that, but as much as kids can be influenced by stuff on TV, I don’t think I ever liked spinach because of him.
I do remember my mom’s creamed spinach and so I guess that was what made me love it so much; along with Swiss chard which I thought for a long time were one and the same. My mom’s aunt had a garden and for years she grew insane amounts of Swiss chard, so we always got bags of that in the summer. I still remember sitting behind the kitchen table with my mom, with bags of Swiss chard on the floor and bowls on the table, watching TV while ripping the stems out of the chard. Once everything was trimmed, my mom rinsed it and bagged it for later use. […]