When I started teaching preschool I discovered a talent for reading aloud to children and a predilection toward performance, leading to a subsequent discovery of delight in reading aloud in church as Lector. I can only express my gratitude to God for these talents, for I believe they were given me by Him. At the same time, I'm graced with paranoid humility. Whenever I'm complimented on my reading, I smile and quietly say "thank you" lest I be perceived a popinjay. In conversation in general I keep my remarks brief and innocuous, unless I'm with people I know and trust. It seems incongruous to me that I'm unafraid to address an entire congregation but terrified to express an opinion.
So many reasons it's been a long time since we took the boys out thrift store shopping. Yesterday, Tuesday, both of us had a full day off to spend as we pleased.
First we ate at Chaffin's Diner. They seated us in the less-dinery back room, which ended up being a good thing because we sat directly beneath a fan and didn't notice so much the heat. E drank decaff coffee with cream. I didn't notice sugar. Decaff, like his Uncle D. Coffee, like his Mimi.
We hit Shop for a Cause first, where the boys found nothing and subsequently sulked.
Next we pulled into the Humane Society Thrift Store, which I haven't visited in a long time. Historically I haven't found anything there.
Today we hit the treasure jackpot.
A $2 Ziploc bag containing the comprehensive plastic presidential contingent from Washington through Eisenhower.
Of course E had them ordered in a matter of moments.
Finally we escaped the store with a trove of treasures (more than I've found in one place in …
You cook the crust first, at 425 or 450. I used a bag of Trader Joe's grilled cauliflower riced in the Cuisinart with a bag of Trader Joe's shredded mozzarella and as many eggs as needed to hold it together. Herbed it with some dried basil, garlic powder, and dried oregano.
Topped with a pound of browned hot Italian sausage and some shredded parmesan.