Friday night found us at home, doing a whole lot of nothin', which is a rare occurrence around these parts. I walked into the keeping room to find all four of my men (boys) simultaneously glued to the television. Giada was on and oh yeah, she has THAT kind of affect on them.
All the sudden the first born announced that we should make pizza. So off we went, he an I, to the grocery store for ingredients. When we returned the Mister had the grill all fired up and on went our dough. Everyone decided on their own toppings and it was at this point that the first born said he wanted "fresh basil and kalamata olives" on his. Well you could have shot me on the spot! This kid subsists off of peanut butter and has for as long as I can remember.
But he ate that pizza with such fervor, I thought he was going to inhale it. Every last bite, every last olive and basil leaf consumed. I guess it's no accident that Giada is filmed from the waist up with numerous close-ups of her, ahem, voluptuous decolletage (read: boobies, as my 3 year old would say)! Men, no matter what age, have the same appetite! ;0)
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