In September, my youngest son moved to Bullhead City, Arizona to be with his girlfriend who had gone out there to accept an exciting new job. Although he is a marvelously skilled mechanic he has yet to find a job out there, so he has been doing a lot of the cooking and (hopefully!) other household chores.
Yesterday he called me to ask about the necessary ingredients for my homemade pizza crust recipe. We chatted for a while, and then I emailed him the actual recipe after I got home from my craft fair.
A couple of hours later, he called me again with a question about measuring cups. I answered that question to his satisfaction (and he added a set of dry ingredient measuring cups to his next shopping list) and then as I heard rummaging noises over the phone, he commented, "Oh, wow, I don't think we have a rolling pin either."
I thought about it for a moment, then asked, "Do you have an empty beer bottle you could scrub and use instead?"
"Well, no, but I could have one in about two minutes," he replied, laughing. "You know, Mom, it's scary but I was actually thinking about that exact same thing when you mentioned it."
I agreed, and we chatted a while longer, discussing his plans for the pizza. Instead of our regular recipe using tomato sauce, onions, peppers, mushrooms, sausage, pepperoni, and cheese (and sometimes black and/or green olives) he was planning to use chicken and an Alfredo type sauce with mostly Parmesan cheese. He also was going to try making a stuffed crust. Then he commented that he should probably quit talking and start cooking and hung up.
Later I got an email saying that the pizza turned out well and they both liked it. It doesn't get much better than that!
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