Pizza Friday, hold the anchovies
October 25th, 2009
A few months ago I decided to start a new family tradition: Pizza Friday. I love that I can just do that, just start a new tradition whenever I want, because I am one of two adults supposedly in charge here. There’s a lot of power in being a so-called adult (and most of the time I use my power for good, as in the case of Pizza Friday).
It’s a very convenient tradition, given that we all love pizza and by the end of the week no one feels like cooking (or hearing Siena yelp, “NO! NOT [insert any food I might have made that is not pizza/quesadillas/pasta with butter and Parmesan]!!” when she sees what we’re having for dinner).
Pizza Friday has been a great success so far. (How could it not be? The name itself contains two of the nicest words in the English language.) Sometimes we order in, sometimes we go out, sometimes we make our own, and occasionally we just heat up some frozen pizzas and call it a night. This week we had Matt’s sister, her husband, and our sweet baby nephew coming over so we were scanning menus trying to decide what to order.
Matt read a list of toppings out loud, one of which was anchovies.
Siena [making a face]: “Eew — anchovies!”
Matt: “Siena, do you even know what anchovies are?”
Siena: “Yeah, they’re gross bugs!”
Never one to be left out of a conversation, Elliot pipes up: “Yeah, they gross BUMBLEBEES!”
October 26th, 2009 at 2:15 pm
Well… they ARE gross.
October 27th, 2009 at 10:03 am
I tend to agree with Siena and Elliot’s assessment of anchovies! It was so much fun – Borat swimsuit and all! (And I was thrilled to be able to eat something other than pepperoni – which is the only kind Mike will eat.)
October 27th, 2009 at 12:47 pm
It WAS a lot of fun.
Maybe I should explain the Borat swimsuit comment — towards the end of dinner, we told Siena to go put her pj’s on. She kept stalling by coming out with different combinations of things were not on right. One costume change involved a tank top put on upside down, worn more like underwear, and… stretched… up to her ears. It looked uncomfortable, to say the least. I may have said it looked like a Borat swimsuit. (I considered linking to a picture of Borat’s swimsuit for a minute, but then I decided not to do that to you guys. Plus, you already know what I’m talking about. Right?) Don’t ask me how she made that out of a Gap Kids cotton tank.