Best. Pizza. Ever.

Last night, we were both tuckered out, so we had leftovers and called it a success. We ate only the best leftovers and tossed everything else, so we now have a clean slate.

This afternoon, I went grocery shopping and picked up salad ingredients, most of which I haven't bought for months because we've had such great produce from the farm. I made a smallish salad -- lettuce, red pepper, scallion, carrot, plum tomato, raw shrooms.

And we made a pizza. I spread about 3 tablespoons of marinara sauce on top of a pre-made multi-grain crust. Then I layered on chopped mushrooms and garlic that I'd tossed in olive oil, some chopped kalamata olives, and topped it all with goat cheese. Did you know you can freeze goat cheese? And it's very easy to cut frozen goat cheese with a bread knife -- you get thin shavings, which are great on a pizza. Anyways, Mr. P thought it was the best pizza I'd ever made.

Tomorrow night, I'm going to an "elegant potluck" preceding an elegant old fashioned ball, where we'll dance early contra dances, a little closer to English dancing than to our modern contras. I thought I'd make my signature dish, macaroni and cheese. I'll use my favorite whole wheat pasta, make a white sauce, and carefully stir in grated cheddar and grey poupon mustard. I think it will be a hit -- it usually is.

Alas, poor Mr. P is under the weather, so I'll set some mac&cheese aside for him to enjoy while I'm out.