Resting

A ball of Trader Joe's pizza dough is sitting on the counter in my kitchen, "resting", as if it had a hard day. I can almost guarantee it did not. Per instructions, I very gently removed it from the bag and laid it on a lightly floured surface (my cutting board that I actually need right now) to "rest".

I've always been squeamish of yeast. Plenty of people use it and some of them do so successfully. But I've heard a lot about how picky yeast can be so I've made it a rule to just stay away from it. Judging from Jason's reaction to my homemade pizza crust without yeast (whole wheat no less), it's time to ease into a life of yeast. What better way than with a pre-made dough that I hold no responsibility for except to ensure it receives adequate rest and massaging. Sounds fairly prissy to me.

I have a week left of regular class meetings and then on to finals. I have never longed so badly for finals week in my entire life. I crave it. I dream about it. It's all I can think about. We're still getting new information thrown at us but all I can think about is my study plan for finals.

Today I had a crazy craving for sweets (what's new?) and managed to make it through Sprouts without buying any. But I had to stop by Trader Joe's for pizza dough and knew I was doomed. All in all I think it could've been worse. I don't know how many of you have been in a Trader Joe's but there is so much scrumptious stuff in there that is very hard to resist. The worst I came out with was a container of "Smashing Smores". Little bite size chocolate covered smores bits. Yum!

Tonight I'm catching up on all the cooking and food prep I did not do this weekend since Jason and I were in San Diego. Also laundry. And homework. Which of course is why I'm blogging. So I can procrastinate everything else.

My apartment will be so incredibly clean come finals week.....and then so incredibly filthy the week after.