I used to be a good cook

I took a nap today while the kids were napping. It has been a long time since I have done that. I’ll often feel tired while the kids are up, and think that maybe this will be the day that I’m going to take a nap. Inevitably, they go to sleep and it’s just too enticing to do all of the things that are hard to do when they’re awake. Even if it’s not doing anything more than watching my favorite YouTube channels. 

I was a little extra tired today, maybe from yesterday’s puffy eyes, or maybe because I was feeling just a little under the weather (I may have caught a little of what the kids had). Whatever the reason, I took a nap, and it was lovely. I have no regrets. I even got lucky and Peter napped a little longer than usual today, so it didn’t feel like too short of a nap for me.

I think the highlight of my day was making homemade pizza that Marty really liked. Before I got married/had kids I used to think that I loved to cook and was good at it. Neither of those things feel true anymore. Something about having to cook every day and having to do it in the midst of little ones in need of monitoring and attention has impacted both my enjoyment of and success in cooking.

Marty doesn’t typically like pizza because he believes it not to be filling, he blames the white bread crust. I made my own pizza dough tonight and did half white and half wheat flour, and I think it was “heavy” enough for Marty. I also made my own tomato sauce with some garden fresh tomatoes that Marty’s dad stopped by for us today. That, and lots of cheese, made for a very yummy and filling pizza, and I was so happy when Marty commented on how good it was. He is always happy to eat my cooking, even if it ended up terribly, but he does not often remark on it being delicious. I thrive on words of affirmation and I’m feeling affirmed today. Yay. 🙂

The only downside was that I forgot to put a pan on the tray beneath my pizza stone and sauce and cheese dripped onto the bottom of the oven and filled our house with smoke and a burnt smell. Can I admit now that I have never cleaned an oven before? How often should one clean an oven? I’m going to have to google it, but before I do, do any of you have any magical tips for making it easy or quick or painless?

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