Category it’s the little things
Usually I don’t post recipes, but occasionally my kitchen adventures end in triumph. This is one of those times.
On the floor in the back corner of the closet/pantry where my mini-fridge lives, there is a hole. It is about 4″x9″, and it is terrifying.
Seeing as I can no longer prance around the streets of London and pretend like I’m living the high life of a world-traveling musician, I’ve begun making myself appreciate the little things that are really great about being home. And one of those things, you guessed it, happens to be pepperoni bread.