But tonight's Boulevard Wheat tastes like heaven. I got home from work a little late, took the dog for a walk and then had to figure out dinner. Joe is off at a photography workshop all evening, so dinner is all on my own. Once again I am in a pizza mood. Though this is the second time this week that we've had homemade pizza, I figured, I'm 35, I can have pizza anytime I want. So tonight I made BBQ Chicken pizza. It's one of my favorite recipes. BBQ sauce, leftover roasted chicken, red onion, cashews, a mix of mozzarella and cheddar cheese and the topper, cilantro. I adore cilantro.
The sane, calm Mac before the chicken crazies take over.
The wild eyed chicken crazies have come over him.
So my evening alone has consisted of whipping up dinner, drinking beer, taking photos, torturing the dog with chicken (he goes insane for all meats) watching Sex and the City reruns and now it's time for a little reading. This week I'm reading a little true crime nonfiction, Cruel Doubt by Joe McGinniss. It's bloody and mysterious and entertaining. I just hope I don't freak myself out by reading it while home alone at night. So that's my Wednesday night. What are you doing tonight? I'm thinking about getting a second beer.
Here's my 7 days photo for the day. And no, Mac didn't get any pizza: