I can’t remember when the tradition in our family of having pizza every Friday night began. I was gifted with The Joy of Cooking at my bridal shower and I sort of laughed because cooking wasn’t something I thought I would ever do.
After we had been married a couple of years, we re-enlisted in the Marine Corps to go to Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. Once we arrived we soon realized that going out for dinner several times a week wasn’t an option. There was one restaurant we could go to, Blue Caribe, but it was run by the Navy and the … Read More »


















