The Shame

We have weak moments. With therapy, those weak moments become fewer and less painful. But I don't think I shall ever overcome the guilty, disgusting bloated feeling that smacks me in the face like I'm a red-headed step child when I eat....A Domino's Pizza.

I know, I know! It's not like I think of myself as a particularly classy gal, but whatever iota of pride I have left in me vacates once that final bite is on its way to my stomach. Greasy, over-cheesed, and so damn good. Ugh. What a traitor to my Italian heritage.

I suppose these moments are necessary to remind us of how tasty homemade pizza really is. And if you think "Oh golly, I'm an amateur! How in the name of Abraham's sandals will I ever be able to make my own pizza dough?" then you need to take a self-confidence booster pill and jump on the fun train.

Right now, however, the fun train is on the way to Shuteyeville. So keep your nose in the air and your whisks at the ready for my Italian pizza dough recipe, coming to a mixing bowl near you.

To blog or not to blog...

There is little left of the food world that remains untouched. A million ingredients have been used in a million different ways. Inventions that pick, juice, and practically drink the substance for you have come and gone on our home shopping networks. Movies, magazines, entire television networks, and--of course!-- internet blogs have been dedicated to studying, praising, and sharing the wonderful world of food.

And now I join this circus! To what point and purpose, one might ask? What do I have to offer? What can I have to say? To put it bluntly, why should you care?

Because you love food. Food may have been done up and down, deep fried and sauteed, shaken not stirred, but never fear! Like so many things in life, it never ceases to amaze and entrance. In the hopes of entertainment and enjoyment, let me quote dear Julia Child: Bon Appetit!