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Chicken Parm Pizza (with Leftovers!)

I really have to put more forethought into the food posts I put here for you. I know this. You don’t deserve a terrible shot of my dinner pizza with the weird tendril of cheese goo on the top of it taken under the golly-awful light of a bunch of LED kitchen bulbs. I know. You just don’t deserve it. And yet, here you go. I’ll work on it. I am trying *desperately* to simplify our dinners around here, because even though I say I love cooking–and I do–there are so many nights where we end up getting take out/stopping by a local restaurant (there’s both a brewery and a Mexican restaurant a mile a way from our house. It’s too convenient, you guys. Too convenient) for dinner simply because we’re overwhelmed/stressed/busy/lazy. I know you know the drill. And I also know that you, too, weep a little bit when you look at your bank statement and realize you could’ve paid for a trip to Cabo with all the money you’ve dropped at El Rodeo…

Chocolate Marshmallow Cookies

Last week we got about five inches of snow, and when my husband asked if I was going out with the kids when they went to play in it I…well, I laughed. Snow is lovely and pretty and peaceful, but only when I’m inside a warm house, with a book in my hand, looking at it. My kids were so disappointed when I didn’t put on thirty different layers and snow pants and impossible-to-tug-on boots after I wrestled them into theirs. On days like that they want me to be outside with them, sledding and building a snowman and having snowball fights and all of that ruddy-cheeked nonsense that people who enjoy frostbite like to do. See, here’s the thing: you have to not mind the cold to enjoy the snow. I don’t like to be cold. I think cold-enjoying is left to people who are either insane, or live in Wisconsin. So: inside I stay, where there are books to read and a fire to sit by and snacks that don’t require thawing out. I will make the requisite hot chocolate when…

But It’s So Much Warmer Right Here

If you could have checked my Facebook feed this weekend, I’m sure it looked a lot like yours, if you’re an East Coaster, too: snow. Lots and lots of pictures of snow: rulers stuck into patio-table-topped drifts, kids with huge smiles sledding down hills, dogs sunbathing on top of the shrubs in the front yard. We got 37 inches where I live. I know this only because I checked it out online. I don’t go outside in the snow. Nope. I stay inside. I make hot chocolate, and bake cookies, and catch up on the laundry. I take a couple of fuzzy iPhone pics out of obligation from the open front door, wave at my children–“Are you coming OUTSIDE, Mommy?” Nope, nope, poor children, I am not–and quickly shut it again against the cold. I like the white stuff as it’s falling–probably because it means I don’t have to go outside in it juuuuust yet, and also because it’s an excuse to make a cocktail and go back to my book and pet the cat who just curled…