Er, not exactly although it does have pepperoni on it as you may be able to see. This pizza has a shredded zucchini crust, topped with some pretty normal stuff. I do not have a recipe for this. I was talking to one of my fave NCT gals over the weekend and she mentioned she had made some zucchini crust pizza and I immediately jumped onto my computer iPhone to Do The Google.

Hmmm, I wonder if there is a dance called The Google, like when I was a kid there was The Twist and The Mashed Potato and The Freddie. These dances were actually a bit before my time although I was a wannabe. By the time I was old enough to go to junior high mixers and things, it seemed like dancing (for most of us anyway) was sort of stepping back and forth from one foot to the other and waving your arms around. Anyway, I wonder what The Google would look like if it were an actual dance. Dooya think George Dubya does it? I haven’t done The Google so I don’t know the answers to these questions.

Anyway, a plethora of recipes for zucchini crust pizza turned up. I picked one and it turned out pretty dern good.

What else? I finished Mrs. Caliban and I started (dun dun dun) The Handmaid’s Tale. I read the book umpteen gazillion years ago. I wanted to say that I read it before I had children but since it was written in 1985, that would be an Alternative Fact. Boy oh boy, there are so many things I do not remember about this book. I remember the overall theme and some of the [horrific] things the handmaid went through as a “breeder” (that’s my word, she wasn’t called that in the book).

I’ve only just started the book but I wanted to make sure that I read it before the sequel is published, which is next September (I pre-ordered the ebook today). And I think I will try to download the TV series. I’m not sure it’s a series the GG and I would enjoy watching together and that’s okay.

I can’t imagine living in a society where being “a protected woman” meant that I could not work at any job I chose, read books (any books!), walk out my front door to get into my automotive vee-hickle and drive wherever I want. Or walk, if I so choose. And cook whatever the f*ck I want to, on my own stove. And choose whether or not to have children… I did choose to have children and then I chose when to stop, after two, even though I was probably built for the “assembly line”. I would have welcomed any subsequent “surprise” babies.

Sorry to get all “women’s lib” on y’all but I do have opinions and certain things about today’s political climate scare the hell outta me. Love y’all. KW

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