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There is nothing wrong with a frozen pizza.  Honestly, there just isn’t.  Get over the guilt, visit the frozen food section of your local grocer and go hog wild.  Okay, maybe not hog wild, but once in awhile, it’s okay to “cheat”.  Tonight I gleefully served up a pizza from the freezer to my husband and he was as happy as could be.  We are partial to Tombstone’s Garlic Bread Crust variety (and the price puts the Pizza Hut delivery boy to shame!) and it was the perfect accompaniment to an evening full of Friday night football watching.

So, I hereby release you from the confines of June Cleaver’s apron strings.

I am not yet so accomplished that I can pull five random ingredients, throw them in a pan and make my husband cry tears of thankfulness and inspire accolades from our neighbors.  Yet.  My mother, after nearly 30 years of marriage is one of these rare individuals and I have high hopes for my own future abilities.  Mother began her married life with a cook book entitled, “How to Boil Water” and look how far she has come?  

In the early years she made so many meals of Tuna Noodle Casserole that to this day my Dad will no longer touch it with a ten foot pole.  And I remember the salmon patties we were frequently served.  I hated salmon patties.  I will never serve salmon patties.  Ever.  I believe even June would approve of this.  So, if my own Mother can come from such humble beginnings, then so can I.  You’ll see.  I’ve already (nearly) mastered the ultimate pie crust, so I am well on my way.  And for the record, Mother still can’t make a decent pie crust (ring her up, she’ll tell you.)  

Speaking of being well on my way to super homemaker-dom, if you’re good, I will share with you the delectable and impressive looking, Lemon Cheese Braid in an upcoming post.  Trust me, you can do it.  I wouldn’t lie to you!

Until next time, stay classy, stay true and give yourself permission to let go of perfection and buy a frozen pizza once in a blue moon.


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