I totally forgot to write the funny part that went with my blog from last night…
So, thanks to the menu planning, I make a pretty decent meal every weeknight. It’s usually pretty healthy and one of my kids might even eat part of it. But Friday night is always the easiest when I’m menu planning. I just write “pizza” every week. Sometimes it comes out of a box, sometimes it gets delivered and sometimes we go out. But it’s a pretty good bet that we’re eating pizza on a Friday night. (Also, pizza on Friday does not preclude pizza on other days of the week.)
Last week we tried a new pizza place called DiCarlo’s
. I’m always leery of being the one to suggest a new place. It’s so much pressure…if it’s not good then it’s all my fault, although I don’t think anyone would actually tell me that. I had already backed out of the new place and decided to go with tried-and-true the week before. So, I finally decided we were going there. I had just noticed it at the end of a little strip mall and though it might be good. When we pulled up, I had mixed feelings…there were only a few tables in there and it didn’t look like many people actually ate in there. But it was bright and clean and looked like a typical pizza place. And, bonus for Pat – there was a nice flatscreen in the corner and it was tuned to ESPN.
I stepped up to the counter and ordered a cheese pizza. Then the lady explained to me that they don’t make their pizzas “the usual way.” They cook the crust, then put the sauce and cheese on after it’s baked. The cheese doesn’t melt and it’s less greasy. She said I could have it the normal way if we wanted. But, having already embraced the new pizza place, I went with their style too.
It was so good. The cheese was actually provolone and it was a great, salty contrast to the crust. And very filling. I’m not even sure we ate a quarter of the pizza. 2 points to me! I’m so glad we tried it.
So we had leftovers. Pat took some to work for his duty day and Jack, Casey and I had some for lunch too. I warmed it up in the toaster oven. Obviously the cheese melted, but it was still good. And while Jack was eating his, he looked over at me and said, “Mommy is a good cooker.” So cute and something I probably wouldn’t ever get tired of hearing. Except it was about a pizza that I didn’t even make…and just warmed up in the toaster oven, not something I planned and slaved over!
On a side note, I just figured out how to make links on my blog. You can click on DiCarlo’s
and get directed to their website. However, it’s a good thing I checked to make sure I had the right website. There is a big difference between http://www.dicarlos.com
. The former looks like a lovely gentleman’s club, but I’m not sure they sell pizza.