My husband gave me an Easter Eve surprise. He made his first ever homemade pizza from scratch. We went shopping together after lunch today. I knew he bought pizza ingredients – bread flour, yeast, tomato sauce, pepperoni, cheese, and canned pineapple.
I asked if he had a recipe. He said he did, but didn’t know when he would make pizza.
This evening, he decided to make it, all by himself without any help from me. I loved it – I didn’t have to do anything. My only help was to take out the rolling pin for him.
He made the dough, used the rolling pin to flatten the dough to the thinnest. He made 3/4 pepperoni and cheese for himself. I only wanted 1/4 with kale and pineapple.
He did the baking and slicing and served it to me. What a treat! What a nice surprise!
Thin Crust Pizza Recipe:
1/2 cup lukewarm water
1/2 teaspoon active dry yeast
1/2 teaspoon honey
1 & 1/2 cup all-purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon salt
Toppings: Monterey Jack or Mozzarella cheese, pepperoni, and any other favorite items
Mix water, yeast and honey, and let the mix sit for 10 minutes
Stir salt into flour, pour water mixture into flour, and knead well, let dough sit for 5 minutes
Sprinkle flour on baking sheet, then use rolling pin to flatten dough in circular or square shape, let dough sit for 5-10 minutes
Add toppings evenly on pizza dough
Pre-heat over in 400o
Bake for 10 – 15 minutes, or until cheese bubbles, and crust turns light brown
Slice pizza and serve
Weekly Photo Challenge: Surprise
This is the 52 Weeks of Thankfulness – Week 5 at Haddon Musings
My husband has been retired for six months. He is happy to spend more time at home. I’m thankful that we could do more things together. We have been keeping up our workout schedule at the gym three times a week in the morning. On the same gym day, we go to Laguna Lake where he runs and I walk in the afternoon. In the evening, we try to play board game together once a week. I’m very good at board games, so far I’m winning! This night we played Chinese checkers. I played on green and he played on blue. I reached the destination across the board to his side. He came to my side with two steps before all the checkers were in. ♥♥
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Seven months being pregnant
Driving from California to Oregon
For a Christmas occasion
“Take breaks more often.” Doctor said
Still, it was 1,000 miles in distance
When we arrived, I had contraction
Went to the hospital in Salem
“We are not equipped to care for
Premature babies.” Doctor said
I was taken by an ambulance
Traveled one hour to Portland
I was holding my baby tight
Praying, telling her, “I love you,”
All the way
We arrived to the hospital safe and sound
The contraction seemed to quiet down
I had a belt on my belly strapped around
To monitor the frequency of contraction
Not long after I had dinner
The monitor beeped a warning sound
Yes, my daughter wanted to come around
A Caesarean Section is in order
“An experimental drug could be
Injected to your spinal chord
To mature the baby’s lungs, so to
Breathe on her own support
The effect to you is unknown.” Doctor said
Without hesitation, I wanted the injection
It turned out to be a right decision
Baby Mercy only needed twelve hours of
She was tiny and beautiful
I had her in my arms,
Her eyes followed my mine
My baby had the Angel’s guide
Her birth was years ago,
The vivid memory never gets old
She started with her tiny feet
Her steps have been directed by
Her heavenly Father’s lead
Daily Prompt: Vivid
Daily Prompt: Hesitate
I’m so proud to have you as my daughter. You gave meaning to my life! For more than ten years when you were young, I overlooked my disappointments and emotional turmoil. All I could see was your beautiful smile. It gave me strength to move my feet, one step at a time.
You delighted me with your intelligence, and made your learning fun. You were like a sponge, soaked in every new learning as fast as it came. I referred you as book gobbler as you read books after books in no time. You were placed in GATE (Gifted and Talented Education) program at third grade. You had so much confidence. When we learned new things together, I said, “I can’t do it!” You said, “Mom, you can’t do it, if you believe you can!” I had to agree with you.
You were so kind and generous with your friends. When you had friends coming for “sleep over,” you sent them off the next day, with a whole bunch of your toys.
I was sad when we were isolated from each other for five long years. I only saw you once. It was during the time you were learning how to drive. I couldn’t call you because all the phone numbers were disconnected. The only contact I had was an email address. You couldn’t feel free to write.
The day we were reunited after you turned eighteen, was the most joyous day in my life. I wanted to be with you so much, even just sitting in the room while you did your college work or did things with your friends. I was just content that we were in each other’s life.
It touched my heart when you were growing into a kind, sensitive, considerate, helpful, tenderhearted, and compassionate young lady.
I enjoyed our hour-long conversation on the phone. I appreciated your trust and shared your feelings, concerns, or everyday life with me. You were not a little girl anymore. I shared my experience, my suggestions, but always encouraged you to make your own choices. My saying was always, “Don’t rush, listen and follow your heart!” In that, I believed that God would speak to your heart and helped you make the right choices.
I had so much fun doing ceramic painting with you just like we did when you were young. You know that I like to play table games with you.
I was thankful for your desire to serve the community and found a job that allowed you to help people in need. You could have worked for big financial firms and made good money. But your heart was, and is, with people. I’m so proud of you.
I’m grateful for God’s guidance in your life and bringing a loving husband to you. You both have a desire to learn and to grow. You both keep a healthy individual life by spending time with the gals and guys respectfully. I’m amazed of the closeness and helpfulness of your group of friends. Most of all, you also learn to be a sensitive spouse to each other and let your love and bonding grow. Your journey may have ups and downs but it is beautiful.
I’m privileged to have both you and Will in our life. I give thanks to God to keep us as a loving family. I always look forward to spending time with you both, either have you come to visit, or going to visit you. We’ll see you very soon, in less than a month.
I love you so very much!
I used to be a strict teacher. I thought smiling would make the students think that they could goof around in the classroom. Therefore I wore a straight face often. Somehow after I became a mom, I was more passionate toward my students. I loved them, smiled more, and kept in mind that, “What if this is my child?”
When I asked questions in class, I allowed creative answers, and tried to find some good points to compliment them. I allowed funny but polite answers. Other students might laugh at the answers. I laughed with them. Then I asked additional questions to help the students think. They might come up with more reasonable and appropriate answers. I was generous to praise and point out thoughtful answers.
Many students thought that they were my favorite students, because I praised them. They always offered to help. During recesses, they would knock on my door and asked if I needed help. Sometime I was happy that they offered to help. Other times, I needed to take a break. So I gently told them to come back the next day.
Once in awhile, a teacher on different lunch schedule may come in to talk with me. As soon as my attention was away from the students, they would start talking. Every teacher used different technique to quiet down the students. I preferred using a silver bell. The bell was old and sometimes the clapper got stuck. I had to cover the lip of the bell and jiggle it a little bit before I could ring it softly. The students responded well with my silver tone, musical sound of the bell. They were very good at quiet down respectfully.
Seven years into the retirement. Seventeen years away from the classroom, with ten years in administration before retirement. I still have the silver bell.
Daily Prompt: Jiggle
Tunnel of music, my great hideout
Surrounded by musical sounds
Utters my unspoken language
Sounds out my unspeakable profound
Carries me to cloud nine
Wings my spirit high
Laments the deep sorrow
Echoes in my heart’s hollow
Speaks for my heart break
Clashes my entangled struggle
Dances for the joyous chance
Drums to my rhythmic victory
Waves my dreamy fantasy
Serenate my romantic love
I love music. It’s in my blood. It speaks to my soul. This is part of my entry for the Loveuary Challenge at https://butismileanyway.com