Back at the Farm Impromtu Chicken Pizza

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.