“I’m born to lose and destined to fail…”

I’ve spent the past week feeling sorry for myself and my family, and alternating between wanting to just give up on some things, and trying to forge ahead. A few things happened that made me feel pretty bummed (not stuff that I can/want to go into on here), but I have to say that I am now glad it is the weekend, and I can bury myself in domestic stuff for 48 hours.

My dad sent me a package a couple days ago that arrived today:

Kroger Peanut Butter. The last time my dad sent me a bunch of peanut butter, the bambino & I went through it in about 2 months. I made a fair number of peanut butter cookies, and we ate a lot of peanut butter toast. I’m thinking that if the weather cools even a little bit, I might need to make some cookies this weekend.

We’ve also had a bunch of Roma tomatoes that have ripened recently, and I’ve been thinking that I need to make some tomato soup with some of them. Tonight, though, I made another pizza Margherita:

Until recently, I’ve been making my own pizza dough, but over the weekend, when I was feeling ├╝ber-lazy, I picked up a shortcut from the store:

When I was a kid, my sister Kendra & I would make Jiffy cakes with Jiffy frosting all the time. They were cheap enough and decent-tasting enough that we liked them. And they were easy for budding chefs to master. Until I noticed my sister-in-law Inga using them one time, I never bothered to try their pizza crusts. It’s probably due to the lard in them, but they’re pretty tasty for boxed pizza crusts. And I like things that just require water.

I suppose one of these days I’ll get tired of just using tomato slices on my pizzas and break down and make actual pizza sauce…But for right now, it’s just easier to slice them, toss some cheese & olive oil over top and bake.

I only had 2 pieces, and let Jay have the rest. I saved room for this:

A Birthday Party Ice Cream Sandwich. I gave the bambino the choice between these and Neapolitan ice cream sandwiches, and he chose the “fun” ones. They’re a nice treat to end a somewhat crappy week. And on that note, I’m off to revise my grocery list and get myself psyched up to go running tomorrow morning, bright and early!

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    • It’s courtesy of 10 for $10 sale. Kendra usually makes him stock up for her, so to be fair, he buys them for me too. I don’t really discriminate when it comes to peanut butter. I have yet to meet a PB I don’t like!

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