For me, adult life can get rather routine. Go to work. Pay the bills. Do this errand. Do that errand. Lay on couch. Rinse and Repeat. For 5 days straight. Goodnight.
I’ve found that the secret to keeping my adult lifestyle a little more playful (and exciting) is channeling moments from childhood. Remember the excitement of winning a pizza party at school? Well, last night’s activity came in the form of a pizza party for three, hosted at the house. Ironically, we got to celebrate an achievement of Cat’s.
I never set the table on a weeknight. In fact, let’s get serious. I rarely eat at the table on a weeknight (or weekend, for that matter). Since it’s almost December, I decided to break out the Christmas-time runner and adorn the table with plates, utensils and (real) napkins.
Cat cleaned out the closet recently and found three perfectly sized Mason jars. Drinking from them at all times is now a fad around the house. I’m pretty sure it’s a fad everywhere else in this country, too.
The red plate is symbolic of a person’s achievement (i.e. Cat’s plate for the night). I received this plates= from a coworker last year, with a matching smaller plate and wine glass. At one time, they all said “You are Special,” but that washed off in the dishwasher. Nevertheless, when someone celebrates a success, they use this plate at dinner. This is a great DIY Christmas gift for a family member or newly-wedded couple.
Seconds later (more like a half hour), food magically appeared. Everything on this table is pretty much homecooked. The Caesar salad contained croutons made from a stale piece of bread, and the pizza dough was made in the bread maker.
This was one thick pizza. We layered the pie with a garlic-olive oil base, arugula, artichokes, prosciutto (on half) and both Fontina and Mozzarella cheese. Nick, our esteemed guest of the night, used his former pizza-man skills to slice that pizza up just the way we wanted. What a guy, that Nick.
If I could order pizza with this thickness every time, I would. Heaven.
There’s nothing quite like enjoying a pizza party with two of your closest friends. We may not have had streamers, balloons, or confetti – and I may have been a bit hangry for a moment – but we still had fun and enjoyed one another’s company.
I’m a strong believer of good friends and food, especially on a week night. It helps me get through the routine of the week and also relax. I love my friends. I love this life.