Glass Pizza

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An Ode to Wifery

The other night I decided to make one of our favorite dinners.

Grilled Chicken Pesto Pizza.

Easy. Simple. Done.

I could make it with one hand tied behind my back.

Blindfolded. Earplugs. It's a gift, really.

{However}

I'm clumsy.

The summer I grew 4 inches ruined me for all eternity.

So.

I tripped and dropped the jar of pesto.

No worries. I salvaged about 99% of it.

Out of the broken jar. Onto the dough. Into the oven.

{However}

My street-smarts weren't quite up to par that day.

Two hours later, we were crunching on some pizza.

Literally. Crunching. Tiny. Glass. Shards.

I can barely keep a plant alive.

Now, I'm barely keeping my husband alive.

Oh. Woe is me.

Happy Kitchen Adventures to you (and me)!

xoxo

{Bon Bon}