Last night my wife and our daughter fixed two homemade pizzas for supper. Crust from flour, water and yeast in a mixer; sauce cooked from crushed tomatoes. The hamburger was not homemade, but was home cooked. Cheese, from a package.
We ate less than one pizza, which meant:
Pizza for breakfast!
My wife does not believe pizza is a breakfast food. I do.
For lunch yesterday, my wife and I went to the only Tex-Mex restaurant we have found in the Bradenton area. I was barely able to eat two chicken fajitas. That means:
Fajitas for today’s lunch!