One of the best things about coming home is the food. I think it is a universal truth that no one cooks like your mother. So, one of the meals I wanted when I was home was homemade pizza. My mom makes everything (everything) from scratch. So, this is our crust. A whole wheat mix of flour, rolled out, and baked.
Mom, grating the cheese.
I tried so hard to get this jar open! And, I'll have you know that eventually I did get it.
1 comment:
Yum!! Looks like you guys had fun. I'm so glad you get to see your family 'often'. What are your parents' plans?
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