food

I made a pizza tonight. It was SO good. A lot like the one I made in Seattle, except the mushroom on it was a combo of chicken of the woods and hen or the woods that Carla found in Lincoln woods last night. Dude. YUM! There are now pounds and pounds of fried mushrooms in the freezer, too.

I want to just cook all day. All day, every day. Cook and clean and make art and mail. Now, I have time to do that, and I've only been spending about a third of my days doing those things. The other two thirds are spent on the internet and doing nothing. It's gotta stop sometime soon. And I've gotta start pushing myself to be more productive. I must say, though, that tonight I made pizza sauce and canned 3 little jam jars of it. I think enough for a pizza each. Really freaking cute. So, I have jam, dilly beans, and pizza sauce (could double as pasta sauce with some sprucing) all hanging out in my cupboard that I made myself. I love it.
I do wish it were more possible to be a housewife and a single mom at the same time.

If only I could make millions writing.

Speaking of class... Anybody get a load of the little writer's block question today. About healthcare? Grr.

xo