Charlotte and I have been running this experiment in
futility social discourse now for almost six years. During that time we have steadfastly refused to endorse any political candidate or party.
That is, until now.
After witnessing the 87 Republican debates, 23 Democrat debates, the Iowa Caucus and New Hampshire Primary, we've decided to endorse Frank Underwood for President of the United States.
In fact, the 3 questions I get asked most often are 1) Isn't Frank Underwood a fictional character played by that charming Kevin Spacey on the Netflix? 2) Are you off your meds? and, 3) What's that smell in your trunk?
Well, thank you for your concern, but let's stick to why we're endorsing Mr. Underwood.
I love war movies. As a kid I grew up watching John Wayne, Jimmy Stewart and Humphrey Bogart fight in the Pacific, Germany and Japan. The movies were black and white and so were the ethics. That's not true today.
One of the things you learn after 37 years of marriage is the delicate ballet of who-does-what. The dance has changed over the years, but the one thing that's been a constant is that Friday and Sunday night dinners are my territory.
That doesn't mean I channel my inner Grady Spears (couldn't even if I tried) but it does mean I'm responsible for the meal. Charlotte's OK with me calling our favorite neighborhood pizza guys iFratelli or taking her out to a neighborhood restaurant. But, when I don't choose either of those options, I fall back on the handful of tried-and-true recipes that we love.
We love pizza, so I came up with this recipe during the early days of our marriage. We liked it back then because all you really need to pull it off is English muffins, pizza sauce and provolone cheese. Over the years I've tweaked it, spiced it up and perfected it into the recipe below.