Day 17 Pizza Night

It's pizza-making night at my house. Dough made from scratch, fresh vegetables neatly chopped, my favorite kalamata olives sliced and ready to go.

Of course, all of this is done by my culinary-inclined husband. I am a disaster in the kitchen. He kindly invited me in once everything was prepped to decorate one of the pizzas with all the precut, perfectly organized toppings -- much like one would do with their wayward 8-year-old. Not that I mind, it's the best of both worlds -- I get to "help" and I get to eat yummy homemade pizza without having to break a sweat (or any glassware).