Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Valentine's Day
This is, so far as I can recall, the tenth year of Michael making a heart-shaped pizza for Valentine's Day.
Ever striving for improvement, Michael made the mozzarella-stuffed balls as well but then discovered that the heart wouldn't fit onto the pizza stone, so he assembled it in two pieces and put part on a regular pan.
Unfortunately, even the two halves were too big, so he cut it even further and then re-assembled it at the end. It tasted as awesome in pieces as it would have whole, as you can imagine.
A broken heart pizza and the fact that I broke one of the "champagne" glasses from our wedding reception makes for an auspicious beginning, don't you think?
Lucky Blessed in love. (picture courtesy of Clara--first time ever!)
The next evening, Michael took Clara to the daddy-daughter dance at her school. Michael informed me afterwards that Clara has some sweet moves. It's really true.
Daddy's little girl.
Sorry girlfriend, he's mine.
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That is so fun you have pizza every Valentine's. Actually for our anniversary each year we also have pizza. I should make a heart-shaped one this year!
ReplyDeleteOh, I love it! We expect a pizza when we come up there ala New York City. Dad often cuts out pizzas into crazy shapes - your's looked yummy.
ReplyDeleteAnd I love those sweet pictures of Daddy and Clara!! Great memories...