October 18

I enjoy eating out. Really, I do. It's nice to not cook and to not have to worry about doing dishes or cleaning the stove. But after a week of being out for every single meal, it was so nice to just have dinner at home tonight.

There's really nothing quite like homemade pizza. Adam whipped up this pie (and its not-pictured friend) and I have to say, it was delicious.

It reminded me that though it's nice to be out and about and exploring different parts of the world, Dorothy Gale was right: there really is no place like home.