Pizza and Mojitos

So I was in the grocery store the other day, and I was looking for some quick, inexpensive meals. Unfortunately, quick and inexpensive also most often means tastes like cardboard soaked in your choice of flavoring and/or instant heart attack. Fortunately, there are a few gems, like Kashi, which offer viable alternatives to the slightly more discriminating consumers of quick munchability. I ran across one such example among the frozen fair: a Kashi pizza, Greek style. I grabbed the box of $8 not-so-horrible-for-you tastiness, then I stopped. I thought, "OK, this would be fine, but if I'm going to spend too much money, why not go all out and experiment a little?"

I was now on a mission. I was gonna make my own flippin pizza. Oh yes. I might even make my own crust. I bought spinach, feta, roasted red peppers, romano, asiago, mozzarella, kalamata olives in herb and cabernet, roma tomatoes, purple onion, and garlic. Nevermind the cost. It was astronomical. But this was gonna be some @#$% good pizza. I was even going to try to make my own crust, and I was gonna play the sauce by ear. Maybe I'd use the pesto in the fridge.

Well, yesterday, after a very full day of running errands and shopping for random things, including shoes and camping supplies (got some awesome deals), I decided it was time. I went to the store to buy some pitas (OK, so never mind making the crust, I was too tired) and, while I was there, decided it was time to try making a virgin mojito like I had in the bar in Italy. I bought some club soda, some limes, and some mint sprigs.

Well, long story short, cut to an hour or so later, and Javier, Steph, and I were enjoying homemade pizzas and virgin mojitos. And Pink Catawba. Clint was there too, but the poor chap had loaded up on Sonic. Sad story. He missed out.



So...that's not as exciting a weekend as it could be, I suppose, but y'know what? Sometimes, it's the simple things. I was in a happy place.