And the grocery store?
Did NOT have pesto.
And pesto is INTEGRAL to Marcia Pizza. Unless it's BBQ Marcia Pizza, and then BBQ sauce is integral. I know, I know, I should probably decide which sauce is integral, but... still.
So, I had to, for the first time in my life, make pesto.
Which probably I should have done earlier in my life. But I haven't.
And it was surprisingly easy. And cheap. Just basil, parmesean, garlic, pine nuts, and olive oil in the blender. And I like using my blender. Seeing everything whir together like that gives me a sense of power.
The other exiciting thing about tonight's Marcia Pizza, besides a) the homemade pesto and b) the fact I haven't made it in a while because we've been being "healthy" and all the carbs, cheese, and cured meats involved aren't really with that line of thinking, is that I got to cut all the vegetables with the mandoline (Except mine is yellow. But Anne did know that I needed the handguard.) that my sister-in-law Anne gave me for Christmas. So they were pretty and thin and I was able to cut them SO QUICKLY.
Next issue to discuss:
Last night, I had a dream that I was a Scientologist. Except instead of hanging out with Tom Cruise and John Travolta, it was really a cult-thing, like those people who killed themselves with the Hale-Bob comet back in 1997. (The reason I remember that it was 1997? I remember seeing the comet while I was at my Sophomore prom. Wearing a pretty yellow dress [with a scandalously low back that I wore to a law school dance a year ago]. Going out with a loser hick named Ben. Who took me to prom in a truck. YeeHaw!) And instead of that grey-haired old looking prophet that let everyone to the kool-aid in their Nikes.... it was a really, really hot leader. Which is why there were so many women in the cult. Luckily I managed to wake up before we all killed ourselves.
Needless to say, I woke up very disoriented.
Also, this past weekend, I was at my in-laws, and I took this pretty sunset picture in their backyard.
It was pinker than this photo suggests, and it would have shown up better, but I may have been drinking. All weekend. I blame my mother in law. Who always wants to make sure I have a good time.