Wine and pizza

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Wine, good. Pizza, good. Hubs suggested I sleep in the basement and sleep in. Better than good. Love him! While I'm over and done with summer squash and eggplant, I will surely miss these tomatoes when they bid 2012 adieu. They are so good. I just didn't have it in me to fight the pizza dough glutens tonight so went with it and all the puffiness that resulted. Delicious! A nice change of pace from our usual, thinner pies.

Following a suggestion (plea) from me, my MIL invited the boys over tomorrow. I am going to drop them off around 10 and will then return home to can apple chili chutney in peace and maybe even take a nap. Thank you, thank you, MIL.

Is Jan Brewer attending the Repub convention in Tampa? Perhaps a twister will spirit her away to some island and we'll never hear from her crazy ass again. If Joe Arpaio can be taken too, I'd be grateful. I'm not necessarily wishing them ill-will, but I wouldn't be sad if they left our country, horrible hate-mongers they are.

Top 10 people who, if spirited away, I wouldn't miss:

-the aforementioned AZ duo -all Housewives and Jersey Shore peeps -John Fund -PJ O'Rourke -Michelle Caruso-Cabrera -Ann Coulter -pretty much all of W's posse, including W -Grover Norquist -Matthew Continetti -Susan del Percio -Nick Gillespie -Eric Cantor!

Oh god, that is so many more than 10 people. But really, do you disagree?

Cooking as balm/escape

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Friends, although we're in the homestretch of summer vacation, the first day of school still seems unimaginably far away. It is with a steely vision and fairly resolved dismay that I anticipate the next 10 days. I love my boys so terribly much, but they need to return to school as much as I want them to head back. They play together so well, and I have loved to watch their relationship evolve over the past couple months, but I cannot be the sole, or primary, means of intellectual stimulation for them anymore. I am tired and really need a greater amount of time for myself. My mind feels sludgy, like it needs to be put through a most challenging mental obstacle course. No math, mind you -I'm not quite that desperate-, but a few Sunday NYTimes crossword puzzles would be great. In the meantime, I've put the kibosh on killing Lego men and have decided that I simply must make a chicken and sausage gumbo. I'm going to get it started now by browning the meats and then cooking up a thick, rich, dark brown roux. Whether I'm self-soothing or "escaping", we'll all be treated to a fabulous dinner tonight!