The garage is basically finished (other than what we’ll be doing inside), and the driveway has been poured. We can walk on it now, but have to wait a week before we can drive on it.
I keep finding The Pontiff standing inside the garage, admiring it. And I suppose, contemplating all of his ideas for it.
So it should have been no surprise that he wanted to have a celebratory cocktail in the garage. Due to above-normal temperatures, it’s still perfect gin & tonic weather.
Since I didn’t have much food in the house, I decided to take a quick run over to Papa Murphy’s for a take-and-bake pizza. As usual, I decided to top it with some pine nuts before popping it in the oven. I suspect that there might have been more celebratory cocktails prepared while I was gone. My first clue was that while eating the pizza, I looked into the kitchen and saw this.
DH had cut the pizza and brought it to the table, then had flung the oven mitt back onto the kitchen floor.
My next clue was when when the dinner conversation went something like this:
Him: [After burning his mouth on a hot piece of pizza] Pizza is like cement. You have to let it set up before you eat it.
Him: Pine nuts must be the most understated pizza food.
Me: Would that mean “underrated pizza topping”?
Him: Uhhhh, yes. Something like that.
Him: [After pulling a piece of crust off the tray and popping it in his mouth] I think that was part of the tray.
But I must admit, it was great to go from this:
So I guess he’s entitled to a little celebration.