Today Gracen had pizza. I had made it for dinner last night and was having some for lunch when she made it very clear that she would prefer my lunch to hers. She chucked her food on the floor and proceeded to pant and beg for mine with her arms outstretched. I gave her a little bit, and boy oh boy, did she ever love it. But who doesn’t love a wholewheat crust topped with sun-dried tomatoes, artichoke hearts, feta, and chicken ?
