After a win and a home run yesterday, I kind of wanted to celebrate a bit. So I stopped off for Papa Murphy's pizza, a pepperoni for the kids and a lite chicken/spinach thing for Tia and I. I wanted some Fat Tire as well, but I knew there was one left at home and I wasn't in the mood to stop again.
So I'm driving home, it's about 4, I can almost taste the pizza when Kyle calls. He's just picked up Delaney from scouts and wants me to look up a recipe on the Internet. I'm confused, but he says he wants to cook for the kids, but doesn't remember what he needs to buy and he's at the store.
I was thinking to tell him to forget it, but it's a nice gesture, and I couldn't. So I pulled over and told him I'd call him back. So I Google'd the recipe, wrote things down, and called him back with the list. I was tempted to just cook the spinach pizza last night when he got done cooking, but he called us down to eat, and so I figured I'd just do it today.
He had done a good job with his Cheeseburger cassarole, even Delaney liked it, and so I waited until lunch today to cook the pizza. Just finished, and it is great.
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