I used the recipe for pizza dough that was shared on my blog comments and it was pretty good. It was a little more dense than the pizza dough that I’m accustomed to making, but it was good. I would make it again because it was super quick, but I would stretch it out and make it a little thinner. It was also really sticky – Cohen thought it was fun to play with (with clean hands of course).
Rustic was the best way to explain the pizza. To make the sauce I used some of the canned tomato sauce, with a little bit of garlic that I sautéed quickly with some salt and pepper, just to jazz it up a bit. So it was a pretty simple cheese pizza that we had a salad with. I made the same salad dressing as I made a few days ago, but this time with the mixed greens I added in some of the arugula that we were given. When I put the pizza in front of Cohen he actually clapped and cheered; a better response than the tuna received. My Dad even had seconds of the pizza – he doesn’t like pizza. It was either sincere or just his way of showing enthusiasm for my effort – I think it was the former. I thought it was pretty darn good.
I think that we’re doing pretty well. I know that I would normally eat some more fruit, but we’re working away through the melon and trying to supplement with the veggies. Also, the novelty of the boxes of Oreos seems to have worn off on Cohen.
I had a good chat with my Mom this morning about the whole experience again. As you might remember I mentioned that when I was younger my parent’s used hampers (at least once by my recollection, but it could have been more). My Mom said that the hardest part of all of this has been the memories that this has brought back. Right when I walked in and started unloading the food they rushed back for her. She said that she still worries that they will need them again. As I said, this is giving me some insight into how they must have worried. It’s a great experience from that perspective alone.
As for Cohen, unfortunately he may have to cheat a bit today. He’s been a great sport about this, but he’s going to have a sleepover with his cousin’s. I can’t with good conscience make him go over there and not have some fun. As one of the bloggers commented, this isn’t meant to be a punishment for the kids. We’ve talked a lot about being thankful for what we have. In so far as a 6-year old can get it, he gets it.
We’ve learned a lot.