Two things you should know before this whole pizza extravaganza begins. One: a ‘maj’, short for major… is a best friend. Two: Tracy is my maj.
I met Tracy a few years ago. We caught one other rolling our eyes at the same thing. It was frozen risotto that deserved our collective eye roll. To be fair… it was gross and we were hungry. Tracy is the kind of friend that you can bring to a party because she’ll compliment all the girls (most sincerely), give all the guys a much needed ribbing (most sincerely), and laugh at fart jokes. She’s a crowd pleaser, and if you tend to be on the quiet side, like me… Tracy is a ringer. She’s such a win.
Also… if you were to say a sentence to Tracy like, ‘Hey what should I make for my blog?’, she’ll have the right answer… which is French Bread Pizza, always and forever.
Tracy and I live many miles apart, but found ourselves in the same kitchen this week. This sort of rare occasion calls for carbs and cheese. There was sausage and cheese, chicken and barbecue sauce, and a tremendous amount of laughter.