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Sunday I was in my freezer and noticed I had some frozen pizza dough. I decided to take it out and use it to make some breakfast pizzas this week. Monday morning, I broke off a piece of the dough and it felt weird, not like my usual dough. Odd. I actually ended up rolling the dough out a bit because it wouldn’t stretch properly. Baked it a bit, then brought it to work with the toppings I wanted to finish it off. It never did rise. I bit into it and it tasted good. Really good. But different from my pizza dough in a way I couldn’t quite put my finger on. I sat at my desk eating my pizza trying to remember what dough recipe I’d used (because I’ve been experimenting as I have never found one that I just love). Thought, “Well I need to figure this out because this dough did not take to the freezer well even though it tastes really really good.” Just as I was taking the last couple of bites of the pizza, I realized why the damn dough tasted so good. Because I had used pie crust dough. For crying out loud. I probably ate the equivalent of a couple pieces of pie crust. Gah. Pay Attention!
I’ll be running in our local Turkey Trot & Dip this year. (Yes, I said “dip”). For reasons foreign to me, people run into the water at the end. I have no need to cool down because it’s usually only around 35 degrees. While I generally get up and run on Thanksgiving Day, I usually don’t run this event, because it means getting up and out and driving 10 miles to get to it. But, it’s being held in memory of my brother-in-law this year and benefiting Jacob & Gracie’s scholarship fund, so how could I not? I have to say that this is a genuine Trot. There is not one “racey” thing about it… no timing, no pressure, a big basket raffle afterwards, and if you switch from the 3 mile trot to the 1 mile walk nobody knows or cares because everyone pays the same fee! The two moms – mine and Gary’s, both in their 70s - are doing the one mile walk. I overheard them talking about it and you’d think they were training for a full marathon. Mom keeps talking about how she’s trying to put in some extra time at “The Curves” (yes, that’s what she calls it) so that she’s in better shape. This will be the first time that Mr. Helen, Little Helen and I have all run together. Considering that I’ve already eaten half a pie’s worth of pie crust a full two weeks before Thanksgiving, I probably should commit to running the 3 miles as fast as I can. You think?