What were you expecting? A baby? A dog? Maybe a car? Nope. Try a pizza. Half a pizza to be exact. I know I've mentioned my cooking adventures before, and how they usually end with the smoke detector going off. Or how I once stood on the other side of the room while a friend made lemon bars because I was afraid my mere presence would ruin them. But as of late, I've been doing pretty good in the kitchen. And I was proud of my fresh mozzarella and oregano pizza I made tonight. It was the cheese that did it for me. I think I could spend a significant portion of my paychecks just on cheese. I don't know if I've ever met a cheese I didn't like. Or any dairy product for that matter. Which is making this sore throat/cold I have all the more unbearable. No milk for this kid! Here's hoping I get better soon, or I'll be going through withdrawals!