How Sweet It Is

The Tar Heels are playing in the Sweet Sixteen tonight, and we are having company for dinner. It's Friday, which means our usual Friday night grilled pizza is what's on the menu, but I've been wracking my brain all day trying to think of how to make a blue and white pizza. Are there any natural blue foods out there? (Blueberries, which are suspiciously close to Duke blue, do not count. It must be Carolina Blue).

If not, would it be really, really disgusting to add food coloring to the pizza dough?

Probably.

I guess we'll have to settle for making this out of pepperoni:

Go Heels!!

Say It With A Smile

The Tar Heels won a really big game last night, with a finish so close and nerve-wracking I had to cover my eyes in an effort to trick the team into thinking I wasn't watching, so no pressure, but please oh please pull this one out. Thankfully, they did. Whew.

My six year old had to go to bed at halftime, and I knew the first thing he would ask this morning was Who Won? So I had his breakfast ready and waiting for him, to let him know:

Peanut butter on toast with a chocolate chip smile and grapefruit. Happy boy, happy mommy, happy Tar Heels.

And to Dook for this upcoming Saturday: Bring. It. On.