Living in a small space requires an amazing degree of discipline in all facets of domestic bliss. This is the paradox of human nature. I mean, if most apartments, condos and mud huts are tighter than 1,000 square feet, there should be no such thing as war--though, I am amazed that the rate of homicide isn't higher than it is. Sometimes, I am utterly amazed that husbands aren't protected by Green Peace...I keep looking to see if DH has an ear tag before I point out that socks left out in the living room is punishable by death in some third world countries.
The most difficult thing about weeding and tossing is the unbelievable, I mean, really daunting critical thinking skills that are required. For example, my last bout of weeding and tossing took place in my closet (our apartment is weird, short on actual living space such as actual rooms, but we have a preponderance of closets). In my defense, my closet also contains a bank 5 large deep shelves, that should hold all of my handbags, but alas, serve as a linen closet.
I pulled out all of the crayon-colored bath towels I bought soon after I got married. Our world was going to be bright and forever cheerful!! In reality, most had become stained with hair color -- damn those roots! or faded from excess washing. Alas, they look as if they belonged to a clown ready for retirement. Or a clown who committed a murder and is trying to hide the evidence--auburn hair color can look gruesome.
So, I replaced everything with a pristine white set that I had purchased when I was single and going through my minimalist phase. Oooh...everything is new and tidy.
But what to do with the old stuff? If DH has his way, we'd keep them in his closet for cleaning rags How does weeding and organizing equate to shifting contents of one closet to another? I can't believe we actually argued over this. "We need towels for when I wash the car!" Ah,good wife skills are called for with reasoning like that. I mean, do I point out that he goes through a drive-thru car wash and that by city ordinance, washing one's car at home, where one might indeed use old, faded towels is banned to say nothing of being eco-uncool? Or do I concede and compromise? I let DH keep 2 faded purple bath towels.
I figured I'd use them when my roots needed touching up.
Oh for lunch today, I made a pizza.
I used the dough in a tube by Pillsbury--the extra thin crust--hey, hey, hey, it was pretty decent.
Here's what I did:
1 can of tomato paste
1 tube of Pillsbury thin crust pizza dough
1 Tbl oregano
1minced clove of garlic
red pepper flakes
3 medium tomatoes sliced --heirloom if ya got 'em.
sliced provolone cheese or mozzarella
sliced soprasetta or salami
- Unfurl the pizza dough onto a baking sheet--to keep it from puffing, randomly prick the surface with a fork
- spread the dough with a thin coat of olive oil--use a pastry brush
- spread the tomato paste on top of the oiled surface
- sprinkle with oregano and red pepper flakes and garlic
- cover surface with the sliced tomatoes
- cover surface with the sliced provolone or mozzarella
- add the sliced sopresseta or salami
- sprinkle with the Feta
- Sprinkle with Parmesan