Who doesn’t like Pizza, besides me. Okay, it’s not that I don’t like pizza. As a kid pizza was a treat. As a teenager, pizza was date night after the game. As an adult for a time pizza was a necessity.Continue reading “Pizza Pasta Skillet”
Today Brother Dear would have been 62 years young. Over the years since his surrender to cancer, when I’ve felt that need to draw him near, I’ve cooked up one of his favorites. Sure enough, as the aromas float to the heavens, I feel his spirit smile, filling the room with warmth and joy. But the world moves on, and so must I.