If you asked my husband, he'd tell you that we haven't been able to find our go-to source for Friday night pizza night so he's just "making do" with homemade each week.
If you asked me, I'd say we're doing just fine.
Last night, Brian pulled out all the stops with this made-from-scratch Greek, thin-crust.
Oh. My. Word. I think I'm going to refer to it from hereafter as the Greek Goddess of Yum. It might also have something to do with the fact that we've saved those olives from the annual Greek Fest in Vestal, NY this past June.
A little taste of home...