There is just something nice about getting back home, isn't there?
Impromptu Chicken Pizza Served on a Christmas plate. Should I have cropped this photo? |
We left early this morning, in the dark, in the pouring rain. There were three of us and only two of us were human. Lord. Dogs take a lot of time. Even very good dogs take a lot of time.
And then we hit Atlanta.
After that, I probably picked up some time. We were in Columbus by dark and at the Piglet (our small Piggly Wiggly grocery store) before they closed. Mr. Big Food picked up a few things while Rocky stumbled into a puddle. And then, poof! we were back at The Farm. And then, poof! Mr. Big Food pulled this Impromptu Chicken Pizza out of the oven.
POOF!
Big Life.
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Daughter C wanted me to drive a bunch of us to from some A to some B somewhere in newNC. The words were almost out, and then she said, "Oh, yeah. You drove to Texas."Recipe tomorrow.
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