How often do you get to enjoy making dinner? Really enjoy it? A few nights ago, we had homemade calzones. I made the dough earlier in the day, and by evening each member of the family got to make their very own custom dinner. Warm, chewy, crusty calzones. The house smelled divine, too. There was a bit of dough leftover, so I saved it until tonight. For dinner this evening, I let the kids make their own personal pizzas. To them, it's a completely different meal, and I don't feel guilty giving them pizza-like meals twice in one week when everything is natural and made from scratch.
Tonight, as they happily munched away on the pizza, my mind wandered to what I could write about this experience. It wouldn't really work on the Low Cost Low Carb blog, although it's all natural and a great vehicle for veggies. Then I considered this blog. My son and I did have a conversation about our homemade pizza vs. Dominoes', during which he learned that he could have 32 pizzas that he made for the cost of 1 take-away pizza. ("And yours is made with LOVE, Boo. Dominoes doesn't put love in their pizzas.") After a few more minutes of silent chewing he settled my mental debate for me.
With the wisdom and mature stoicism that's a bit scary coming out of a little kid, my son suggested "the next time we move, you should get the recipe so we can have this again".
As a military family, we move all the time. We do our best to make the transitions as easy as we can for the kids, and hope they're too little yet to notice. Obviously, they noticed. And accept it, too, apparently. As much mayhem as it causes in our lives, the lost friends, foreign surroundings, trials and challenges, the kids' only concern was that we could enjoy that pizza again in a new home. Together. Now THAT'S a recipe I'll never forget.
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