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Pizza Pizza Pizza

Perfect Pizza Recipe

Gmom and grandkids Starlite and Hoo have been haunting the kitchen cooking up some fast and easy meals.

While Curious George runs on a loop on the flat screen.  Kids and I whipped up a pizza on a hot Baltimore day.

Enjoy.

Ingredients for dough:

  • 1 packet active dry yeast
  • 1 cup warm water (110 F)
  • 3 cups flour
  • 2 Tbls oil
  • 1 tsp salt
  • 2 tsp sugar

In a large mixing bowl mix yeast packet with sugar and water.

Let stand 10 minutes until creamy.

Add in the salt and oil.

Gradually add in the flour mixing with a large spoon. When a stiff dough is formed knead it with your hands for a couple of minutes. You may need less than the full 3 cups of flour or more. If the dough is sticky add a little more flour, if the dough is smooth and elastic stop adding flour.

Let dough sit for 30 minutes to rise. It should look like this.

When the dough has risen punch it down and then spread it into a pizza pan or other 9 x 13  baking dish.

 

Ingredients For Sauce:

  • 20 ounces tomato sauce
  • ½ cup sugar
  • 2 tsp. garlic powder
  • 2 tsp. oregano
  • 2 tsp. salt
  • 2 tsp. pepper

Put all sauce ingredients in a saucepan and simmer for 20 minutes.

Spread over prepared pizza dough.

    Put your favorite toppings on your pizza and bake at 350F for 20 minutes or until top starts to brown.

For our pizza we layered tomato slices and basil leaves. We drizzled olive oil on top and seasoned with salt and black pepper.

We then topped our pizza with 12 ounces of mozzarella cheese.

YUM!!!!

 

 The grandkids are usually the ones munching bites of pizza and fried cauliflower. 

These fellas are the serious eaters.

The Chef, The Professor and Bart the biofuel guy.
3 of my children.

  “The Chef”  I can’t compete against anymore.

With him it’s quality, with my other boys it’s quantity.

Watch for more recipes on New Mind Snack.

This is gmom,

peace out.

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By the time a man realizes that maybe his father was right, he usually has a son who thinks he’s wrong. Charles Wadsworth

When China was a little bug, (my daughter not the country), her sleeve caught fire. We were lighting Hannukah candles when she reached over the burning flames. I slapped the burning sleeve out. Husband and I examined her burned sleeve and her arm amazed that the flames never touched her skin.

Something similar happened to Egg, (my second daughter not chicken fetus). We do a lot of candle lighting in our religion. She wanted to blow out the Sabbath candles when her hair caught on fire. My mother standing nearby and I brushed the fire out as fast as it started. Egg was fine.

She turned her 3-year-old self around and smiled at us wondering why we were patting her head. She never knew how close she came to setting herself on fire.

If you are a parent then you know what I’m talking about.

You’ve swept food out of little mouths before they choked. You’ve caught your child mid-fall in the playground and set them on their feet to run and play.

For older kids. We fill the gas tank when we know they are going out. We check the tires. Twice.

The 17-year-old boy that comes to pick up your 14-year-old daughter for a date!?

That boy never makes it in the house! You know what I’m saying?

We watch out for the foreseeable problems our children are headed toward and run interference.

Kids, they are like the quarterbacks running with the ball. They may not see their teammates (parents) behind them tackling the opposing players, but they are there.

Funny. If a touchdown is made they dance around like monkeys. If an opposing team member takes them down they are just as likely to look around at their own team(again,it’s us,parents)  and say, “Where were you guys?”

It’s often a thankless job parenting. Until our kids have children of their own they may never understand why we do what we do.

“I’d catch a grenade for ya, put my hand on a blade for ya..”.  Heard that song?  It shouldn’t be a boyfriend singing to a girl.

It should be the parent’s anthem.

This is gmom.

peace out.

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A Man’s Life

My husband is away.

Doing family business. Kind of heroic stuff. So while I sit home and do my small tasks, go to work, annoy the children, and worry my face into a topographical map. He took matters into his own hands.

He sat in the American Embassy for 8 hours to update his passport in one day at a cost of well….don’t ask.

He bought a ticket out of the country. Remembered his blackberry and my laptop and the boy is gone.

So what is a man’s life anyway.

I’m sitting at his desk. As usual it’s a mess. Little papers with names and numbers, messages scrawled all over it. A filing system I bought him for Father’s day sits unused right next to the monitor. Post it notes stuck to the wall!

Hand sanitizer, a mug one of the kids made eons ago filled with maybe 50 pens, most that don’t work, a calculator. His work jacket sits on the back of the chair smelling of trap grease..and him.

My dog Cujo’s cage sits right by his desk with his jar of treats right on the desk. He hates Cujo.

At least he always says he hates Cujo..

My desk is different.

I dust it.

I have a total of 2 pens and a legal pad.

There’s face cream and an eyebrow tweezers.

A jar of Exedrin and vitamin water.

3 pictures of the children.

My laptop.

Zyrtec.

That’s it.

This isn’t what I thought marriage would be like when I was a little girl running around with a pillow case on my head playing ” getting married”.

I never played “marry” with my girlfriends and said “Let’s pretend we have no money, our houses are too small, our children have problems , our husbands never pick up their dirty clothes and don’t even know how to load a dishwasher…yeah let’s do that!!!”

I never thought “marry” would be a messy desk in my ultra clean home, and a stinky jacket on the back of the chair and dust bunnies underneath the desk that look like shag carpeting in the worst color ever.

When I played “Marry” as a little girl I never fleshed out the guy in the fairytale, he was always an obediant shadow person.. you know a silent partner. I don’t think I even envisioned the guy living in the same house. He just brought a diamond ring and that was about it for his part. Ha!

I never imagined the silent partner would turn out to be my  hero.

This is gmom,

peace out.

 

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