A Frozen Pizza Kind of Night

Not to be redundant, but last night was a frozen pizza kind of night.

I tried in vain for almost an hour to muster up the inspiration to A) Decide what to make and B) Actually make it. I even thought about possibly mustering up the desire to C) Go to the store to get anything I needed for whatever recipe I chose.

I went from:

-Something Irish (St. Paddy's Day, duh) like Irish Soda Bread (but I didn't have any currants or buttermilk), Shepherd's Pie (but it would be too complicated), Irish Tea Cake (but we're trying to cut down on sweets and I'm not much of a cake person, and...well, it's not dinner).

to

-French bread pizzas (but I have no sauce and didn't feel like making any)

to

-White French bread pizzas (but the internet could not decide on a recommendation of butter or olive oil for a sauce)

to

-Goulash (but I still had no sauce)

to

-Cookies of any kind (but baking takes too long and I still needed normal dinner)

to a variety of others, and I had excuses for them all. I was giving myself anxiety trying to get A, B and C in line.

And Hubby wasn't home for dinner, and it's always more difficult to feel like cooking when Hubby won't be around to eat it.

So, I made a frozen pizza.

And I added some veggies to it to make myself feel better about having pizza for dinner.

And then we went on a walk to fix the fact that we had pizza for dinner.

At least we had leftovers for lunch!

See you Friday for a new recipe, y'all. I've got some cute Easter/Spring-themed stuff coming up!