My grad-school housemate came to town this weekend for a history conference. I haven't seen her in 15+ years, and it was great to catch up. I invited some mutual friends and their spouses over for dinner last night. We made pizzas, using pans I bought at a restaurant sale in Madison when I was in grad school. It seemed appropriate.
I'm kicking my grad-school self now: Why didn't I buy more than six pans? Should've bought 12! But we made do with some larger baking sheets for the rest of the pizzas.
Dessert and the after-dinner entertainment were awesome, too. That's a whole other post. Stay tuned.