tuesday night

Something was a little funky with my whole wheat crust. Can't quite put my finger on it. But the farmer's market Italian sausage, my homemade marinara, and a semi-random blend of mozzarella and feta cheese? Spot on. Cooking is fun. Sometimes:)

"i gave her my heart and she gave me a pen"

There was a brief few minutes of time yesterday when I was content. In a day filled with chaos and grating demands, I put pen to paper and communicated. And I was happy.