The Thursday before payday around here is always a bit tight. But I secretly get a little happy about this, because it gives me the excuse to make one of my favorite cheapo dinners: Homemade pizzas and crisper-drawer-leftovers salad.
It doesn’t look like much, I’ll give you that. And I was out of basil, so that was a heavy blow. But we pushed on through! Adding a bit of garlic, a nice hit of black pepper and a big-ass pinch of cayenne gives the sauce the best kick. And who says no to melted cheese? Whoever it is, I don’t trust them.
The boyfriend always offers to help with dinner, and as not a day goes by during which he doesn’t utter some variation of “UGH. Cooking.” he was very happy to hear that all we had left in the fridge were romaine and radishes. The former, you rip. The latter, thank the lord above, did not tax his delicate hands too dreadfully.
His motto: Happy wife, happy life. I can get behind that.
Dessert was a leftover birthday treat, a hand-me-down recipe from my mother. I grew up in Minnesota, which we all know is the land of bars. (The kind you bake, not the kind you get hammered in.) (Though we have plenty of those.)
The boyfriend always offers to help with dinner, and as not a day goes by during which he doesn’t utter some variation of “UGH. Cooking.” he was very happy to hear that all we had left in the fridge were romaine and radishes. The former, you rip. The latter, thank the lord above, did not tax his delicate hands too dreadfully.
His motto: Happy wife, happy life. I can get behind that.
Dessert was a leftover birthday treat, a hand-me-down recipe from my mother. I grew up in Minnesota, which we all know is the land of bars. (The kind you bake, not the kind you get hammered in.) (Though we have plenty of those.)
Anyway, growing up in the land of bars, I was privileged to live in my mother’s house, under the reign of Magic Cookie Bars, aka 7-Layer Bars, aka Hello Dolly bars, aka Mars Bars, which is what the boyfriend calls them for seemingly no reason at all, other than it’s fun to say. Pile graham cracker crumbs, butter, chocolate chips, peanut butter chips, butterscotch chips, coconut and nuts under a layer of sweetened condensed milk, bake for like, 20-ish minutes, and blammo.
They are fat free. That extra pound you gained is from...the mozzarella on the pizza. Yeah.
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