And then I thought, "I have eggroll wrappers, I can buy pepperoni, I have motzarella... I could do this!" So when I got home, I tried it.
|The prep work seemed right.|
The smell was good.
|But I've come to realize, there's a reason some people are paid to do things.|
Those people are professionals, and some things are best left to them.
Among those things, apparently, are Pizza Rolls.
In other news, I re-released my inner blind 5-year-old. With better results this time.
|Made out of old wallpaper samples|
|A little better. Un Petit bit.|
|I reduced the wall space covered by the frames, and went with B&W only|
|Oh, and I time-traveled back to 1984 and took this picture.|
Snazzy, right? I love the big 'ole lights, and Handsome does not.
So I made some out of construction paper. Boom. Done.
It's getting better around here. Little by little, rearrangement by rearrangement. Do things go this way for you? Or do you just do it right the first time? You don't have to say something special to make me feel better, I know that I'm lacking in this area. And, apparently, I wasn't gifted with the pizza-roll-making-gene either. We can't have it all.