WRITTEN ON February 1st, 2010 BY Meredith AND STORED IN Dinner, Lamb, Mediterranean, No really, what IS for lunch?, Tomatoes

Most of my friends seem to get pregnant just by blinking. Oops, we pulled the goalie and the very next day my pee stick came up with two pink lines!

I love my friends.  They are my soul sisters, my laughter, the very best things in my life, alongside my family.  I never, ever want to be the shrew who can’t be happy for the people I love.

I was raised to be a generally positive person.  I truly think that happiness is a mindset.  A decision to be made every single day.  I’m not going to dwell today.  I’m gonna keep my eyes open for the good things.  A perfect strawberry in the summer.  A cat in the window of the apartment on the street level. The setting sun reflecting off the Chrysler building and washing the whole city in pink fairy princess light.

But for Pete’s sake, just one of these freakin’ days I’d like to become a pregnancy blinker too.

I’m laughing at myself while I write this.  I actually think my biggest mistake was telling people that we might start “trying” (p.s. I hate that expression.  Trying.  It conjures images of thermometers and sleeping with your legs up against the wall. Plus, there’s no good way to work it into polite conversation. “Oh, we’re having mad sex without protection in the hopes of creating the miracle of life.”)  Somehow even hinting to people that you might want kids makes it ok for them to pepper you with the “How’s the baby making going” questions every ten seconds.  Really?  Are you just voyeuristically trying to get a peek at my sex life? Flat stomach (ok, that’s a stretch).  Massive glass of Pinot in hand.  Oh, the baby-making’s going great! Men don’t get this.  It’s just the women folk who endure such forms of torture.

Again, laughing at myself.  The same thing happens to over-25’s who have been dating for more than a year.  The engagement question.  I’ve come to realize that a) nothing is ever truly private (and it certainly won’t be anymore, now that I’m writing about it on a blog), and b) in most cases, people really do care.  Really are concerned.  And it really is out of love (sometimes it’s just straight up gossip, but I can’t claim to be innocent of that either so who am I to judge).

The truth is that life sometimes gets in the way of the “trying.”  Work trips that coincide with the two days per month when it’s actually possible to get pregnant. Big nights out that end in the ordering of late-night pizza rather than late-night romance.  Working nights as a caterer and being on a totally opposite schedule as your dear hubby.

So, here we are again, back to the fundamentally happy thing.  The family will come.  The kids will come.  The last thing I ever want is to be pitied.  The only pity parties allowed are the ones I throw myself, on occasion, and the only other guests include a bottle of Merlot, a wedge of cheese, and How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days, or some other inane garbage movie (and no, Bridget Jones does not fall into the garbage category).  Maybe this whole exercise is just Mother Nature’s way of trying to teach me a little patience.  A virtue which, until now, I’ve eschewed a complete waste of time.

In the meantime, I remember just how lucky I am.  I have loving friends who ask well-meaning questions (keep ‘em comin’!). I have a family who for some odd reason thinks I’m the greatest thing since thin-crust pizza. I am married to a man who is my every day hero, my best friend, and the only person I’d ever even think about making a baby with. The stars are smiling on me.  And don’t I know it.

Love, Pizza

Just the Two of Us Personal Greek Pizzas (makes 2 pizzas)
3/4 lb ground lamb
1 red onion, diced
1 14 oz can crushed tomatoes
1 handful fresh oregano
1 handful fresh mint, torn into peices
1/2 cup low-fat shredded mozarella
1/2 cup crumbled feta cheese
5 or 6 cherry tomatoes, sliced
1 whole wheat Naan flatbreads
1 tsp olive oil
salt and pepper to taste
Preheat oven to 400. In a medium sized saute pan, sweat 1/2 of the chopped onion in the olive oil.  Add lamb, brown well.  Drain off fat, return pan to heat.  Add tomatoes, salt and pepper to taste, and fresh oregano.  Cook about 15 minutes to thicken and develop flavor.  When sauce is ready, sprinkle half of mozzarella onto each naan. On each naan, top with sauce,  half of the feta, some of the chopped red onion, half of the sliced tomatoes and some fresh oregano (olives would work really well here too).  Place directly on on oven rack, not on a cookie sheet.  If you are worried about drips you can place a cookie sheet on the rack just below the pizza rack. Bake in oven about 10-12 minutes until cheese is bubbly and naan is crisp.  Cut into slices, top with fresh mint and serve.

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