Eat pizza at the White House

     I know, it's crazy right?!?  Pizza at the White House...what to wear, what to wear???  I actually purchased a new red turtleneck just for the event and if you've seen my collection of hole and stain ridden tops you know this to be an event in itself.  It's not everyday you get to eat pizza at the White House.  It was a very special occasion!
     My nephew and niece were celebrating the third birthday of perhaps one of the cutest children ever born.  We were very happy to be a part of it.  The Valentine's theme only added to the feeling of love one gets while in their home.  My tiny niece with her sweet red and pink dress was more adorable than ever.  Foil hearts flowing in the breeze as well as chocolate strawberries and flowers at every turn made the coziest of houses even warmer.
     The guests were ample as were the conversations.  We discussed Philly sports, legal battles with power companies, the steel of Bethlehem, child rearing tactics and the usual banter of silly family stories.   My Father sat back and took it all in.  He would've missed this party to stay at home with Mom.   The teary eyed old man looked very grateful as we said our goodbyes.
     Now, why is it so odd to eat pizza at this house.  Well, this is the couple I discuss Top Chef with as well as the latest tapas or amuse-bouche . There are menus at holiday feasts and themed take out nights and many a recipe sans meat paired with just the right wine.  My niece is swamped with motherhood, teaching, studying, volunteering and various other facets of life.  She tends to her family with the utmost of care and thoughtfulness.  This year's Christmas gift to her husband was perhaps the most romantic gesture ever.  Quality of life is of the utmost importance for this family...in everything they do.  This party was a celebration of the things that count in life...family, friends, milestones and love.  Maybe the meal was a scrumptious basil laden pizza and not a 15 ingredient recipe complete with a reduction and a foam but it meant more time to spend with the wonderful people that we went to visit.  We felt full as we headed home on the chilly night but not just from the food in our bellies.