Call me crazy, but when I got into my car tonight after an especially hard spin class at the Y, I smelled pizza. But I wasn't crazy. Travis had picked up pizza in our car. On Sunday. So I must have inherited my father's nose, because I could still smell it.
I got to thinking, I have all the stuff...and I mean, how long could it take dough to rise??? So I made some. Late night pizza and beer. What could be better?