In my house Friday night is pizza night.Growing up it was ritual, it was just expected that every Friday we were having pizza for dinner. It made my brother and me happy and it made my Mom happy that she didn't have to plan another meal (and for the record she is an amazing cook and always made sure we had a well rounded meal with a starch, veggie and protein every single time). We always ate as a family and pizza night was no exception, we just ate it on paper plates with those wicker charger things, you know picnic style. This was another thing about Friday night that we all loved, no dishes.
Now that I am grown up and living with the BF we are carrying on the tradition. Only this time I get to enjoy the wine with dinner. It's the simple things in life that make it enjoyable.
It's a long weekend for me so I'll be back Tuesday. Have a great President's Day Weekend everyone!
(Photos from whig.com, martha stewart and royaljungleretreat.com)