At least once every two weeks, Kyle likes to cook me dinner. Isn’t that sweet of him? I think it’s wonderful because…well, he’s a great cook and everything has been amazing. So far he has wowed me with:
- Penne in a vodka sauce
- The best jambalaya of my life
- Crab & artichoke dip
Well last Thursday was another one of those days. We had been talking about making pizza for a while now, so finally set and day and did so. Earlier in the day, Kyle let me know he was picking up dough from a pizzeria (the best idea ever) and asked what type of toppings I’d like. I love everything, so was super excited to find out what he got for us.
Let me tell you, nothing compares to after working a long long day – I got to his house around 7:00 – ugh and that’s early for me – coming home to the wonderful smell of roasted garlic.
The table was blanketed with every type of topping you could ever ask for: fresh basil, black olives, roasted garlic, artichokes, and pepperoni.
Just so happened that Kyle is talented in stretching dough, so I let him take care of that. I tried, but it was nothing but trouble.
Getting ready to go in the oven…