Friday night, y'all. Nearly a week on my own with 2 of my 3 kiddos. The week has gone really smoothly, actually. We've had fun. I've been pretty busy, which is a good thing--makes the time pass quickly. Anytime Jason is away, I always have a rush of respect for single moms and dads. Being the only one on-call 24/7 is not just physically taxing, it's an emotional and mental strain. So everytime I go it alone, I think: God bless single parents.
So anyhoo. Tonight I wanted to just make an easy pizza for dinner. But I didn't have a pizza base. And, having just gotten home, the thought of putting Nate and Grace back into the car and going out into evening traffic made me all twitchy. You don't want me to be all twitchy.
So I decided to make the dough from scratch. Which I've never done. I have many talents (okay, some talents), but baking is not one of them. Remember the unibrow of cookies? And the Great Cake Fail of 2009? It says something about me that to make pizza dough from scratch was a total novel idea. I mean, y'all probably do it all the time! Not me. I googled "easy pizza dough recipe" and gave it a go.
And here's my point. I made the dough, started to roll it out. Grace was fussing and hugging the backs of my knees, wanting to be picked up. And as I rolled it out into a larger shape, I stopped. "Grace!" I said, "I'm rolling out Australia!" I kid you not, my dough looked like this:
How weird is that? It is totally (almost sorta) Australia. Here's a real map, for comparison:
Okay, so it's not perfect. I left Tasmania off. (Poor Tassie--that happens from time to time.) And the bottom part is a little off, and the top a little, too. But still! My pizza dough rolled out into the shape of the country I live in. How weird is that?
Poor Gracie. She was unimpressed, and continued to cry and wipe her nose on my jeans while I took pictures. Pictures of my half-rolled out, uncooked pizza dough. Several. I was disproportionately excited by it. That's a little pathetic, isn't it? It's okay, you can tell me. But isn't this type of stuff why God created blogs?
I think I've been on my own too much. Next, I'll start looking for hidden messages in my tea leaves.