How can I survive without gluten!? Relax, I have pizza, nachos cookies… all the time. Probably more than I did before I gave it up. Which brings me to showing you the epic pizza we made last night (inspired by a recipe on a blog my friend Kathryn showed me):
Ingredients: Bob’s GF Pizza crust mix, Sweet Baby Ray’s Chipotle BBQ sauce (all Sweet Baby Ray’s sauces are gf), shredded chicken (we keep in the fridge to put on tacos and or mix into pasta on the fly), crushed pineapple, black olives, red onion, jalapenos, sharp cheddar cheese, and a lot of mozzarella. This is what it looked like before the cheese:
Can you tell which side is mine? I like all my ingredients cut into squares. Logan says it’s because I am a square…
Oh, and it was my cat, MauMau’s 4th birthday! He can’t eat pizza so we got him special kitty treats. He liked them so much he though I might find more in my camera.
Is it the weekend? All this research on personal finance has gotten me loopy. Still, I might go check out the Occupy PSL. I may not live next to Wall Street, but I do live next to a Winn Dixie. Apparently that’s close enough to demonstrate.
I thought my legs were sore yesterday, but today is worse. I’m trying not to put more body/mind altering chemicals in my body than I need to, so I’m somehow moving without Advil. Another fun part of my day is that the office is having a pizza party, or a Hurricane Irene Not-Such-A-Huge-Event Event. Which leaves me pecking at my confused coworkers’ pepperonis in order to “get a taste”. With Irene keeping to herself, Logan is able to fly home safely. So there’s that.
My spare time has been consumed with reading: poems, quotes, books. Pretty much anything I can get my hands on. Today I’m going to leave you with some Coco Chanel wisdom:
“It’s probably not just by chance that I’m alone. It would be very hard for a man to live with me, unless he’s terribly strong. And if he’s stronger than I, I’m the one who can’t live with him. … I’m neither smart nor stupid, but I don’t think I’m a run-of-the-mill person. I’ve been in business without being a businesswoman, I’ve loved without being a woman made only for love. The two men I’ve loved, I think, will remember me, on earth or in heaven, because men always remember a woman who caused them concern and uneasiness. I’ve done my best, in regard to people and to life, without precepts, but with a taste for justice.”