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Nothing terribly difficult today. I'm going to share my recipe for grilling pizza, complete with photos. The idea came to us one day when my husband sent me a link to Simply Recipes , and we got to thinking, could we do that, it sounds really good!? So we made it, following the recipe as exactly as we could, being that I don't have a pizza stone, or peel (that's that funny flat board thing you see guys using at pizza joints.) So, if you want a pretty generic recipe, go there, and you won't be disappointed. We were quite please. However. There's always a however, isn't there? We thought it needed something... something else. So I started experimenting, and this is what I came up with. The recipe is close, but not the same, but I still wanted to give credit, where it was due, to the gent over at Simply Recipes for his great recipe and the ideas that germinated. The photographer for most of these was my lovely Husband, and most excellent sous chef! ...

Trigger Warning: This one meanders badly. I tried some editing, and moving things around, and I think I saved the flavour of the blog but was unable to make it more linear. I touch on abortion, mothers, and unconditional love. This might be triggering for anyone who a mother who resented them. I don't want to trigger any bad feelings or thoughts, so if you're one of the millions of us who had a mother who didn't want you, you may want to skip this one. As always, if you're in need of someone to talk to, there is help out there! Please don't think you're all alone; you aren't. You know, I wasn't going to write this one. I've been trying not to write too many intense things too close together. It seems to be hard on my mental health. But this blog keeps bouncing around in my head, trying to get out, so I guessed I needed to put fingers to keyboard, and get it down. It stems from two different things I read-- two that don't go together in a way...

Today is my beloved Husband's birthday. I made a "Bumpy cake" for him, and will be making ravioli caprese later. But right now, I want to talk about this man, that I married. This one shouldn't get me into too much trouble! He's probably going to be red as a beet if/when he sees this; he's kinda self-effacing, after all. Now, don't get me wrong, he knows he's a good person, and he can get just as arrogant as anyone else-- humanity does often equal arrogance after all. But for the most part, my husband is the kind of man who doesn't consider himself to be all that important. He just is himself, and "what's so great about that?" Isn't that how we're supposed to be? I think so, and that streak of humility drew me to him. Finding someone so smart and yet so lacking in self-importance was refreshing-- it still is! My husband is smart, too. His intelligence is so sexy to me! When he's excited his eyes (normally a g...