Monday night my hubby has colleagues coming in from Omaha. It started out with me saying :Why don't you invite, M, T, J over for supper. Husband says: That sounds good, but I better invite S and K too. Me: ok. Then I get an email from my husband this morning ( he was at the park) and it states: M,T,J,S,K, T,W, J my wife and I would like to have you over for supper. We will be having fire grilled pizzas, salad and dessert. Me: uh, were did the extra 3 people come from??? That is 10 people including us. And who decided we were having pizza on the BGE???
Story of my life.
So now I have a monstrous container of dough resting in my fridge for tomorrow. I made this poppy seed dressing for a spinach salad w/dried cranberries and toasted pecans, I have espresso panna cotta cooling in the fridge for dessert. I am going to make Pizza Margherita, Pineapple and Ham Pizza and Pepperoni Pizza. I will be tossing pizza all night while everyone else is eating and enjoying themselves. Don't worry.......I WILL be sending him the bill. I feel like a friggin caterer. I feel like I have been cooking all weekend because I HAVE BEEN cooking all weekend. I really need to start sipping hot todies or toddy's or tody's....I don't know how you speel it.