I never grew up as much of a girly girl. I spent weekends with Dad when I was younger since my momma worked a lot of weekends at the hospital. When my cousins were out playing sports at the cabin, I’d be out riding my dirt bike. I loved helping Dad and was never afraid of getting my hands dirty. But, I was all about my nails looking pretty. I honestly don’t even know where I got it from. My momma can’t stand long nails but does paint hers. I was obsessed with long fingernails. From a pretty young age, I always wanted the fake glue press on ones. I was never allowed to have them because mom thought I would look too grown up, but I could paint them fun colors.
I spent many weekends also with my Gram (Margret Perry). Oh, how I loved sleeping over there. Some of my fondest memories are being with her on the weekends, sleeping over, and playing games. This week I couldn’t help but think of her, and I am going to tell you why.
Over quarantine, I’ve had to do things I have never done before, like one, dye my own hair. It wasn’t bad, but I was ready for a new look and wanted to go dark again. My six-year-old daughter moped around that day saying, “Mommy, I want my hair dyed black!” Sorry, I draw the line at permanently dying a six-year-old’s hair, especially black! For never dying my own hair, I did pretty dang good! Looked so good that my mom asked me to dye her hair a few weeks later. Not black, even though I told her it would look fabulous. (Hahaha!)
So, after my hair, my acrylic nails were officially goners. I have had acrylic nails since I was 16! The day I got my driver’s license, I went right over to my Gram Perry’s, picked her up, and off we went to go shopping and get my first set of acrylic nails. A day I had dreamed of since I was probably 5 or 6 years old. I’ve had them on ever since. I bought the glue on ones when I knew mine weren’t gonna last much longer. My daughter watched me put them on and curled her lower lip because she wanted long nails too. I told her these were too big for her but found pinky nails that I put on her ring and middle finger. She thought it was awesome! “But momma, I want all my nails done too.” So, we got on the Target App, and there was a cute set for little girls. I ordered them, then the next day, it gave me an excuse to hop on the bike and ride down to Target to pick them up at the drive-up service. (Have you used that? It’s amazing! Sorry, I am getting off-topic here.)
The next morning when we were putting them on, I kept thinking of my gram. When I was Kenzy’s age, my gram used to walk me down to the Family Dollar in Southside and let me pick out a press-on set of nails. When I slept over there, Gram would have me for the weekend, so from Friday to Sunday, I got to wear these fabulous fake nails and felt like I was king tut. I’d tap them on everything, and wave my hands so everyone could see them. My gram didn’t do it to be spiteful towards my mom, she just knew how happy it made me, and that’s what grams do! I took them off before going home. This is something I will never ever forget. Nails are just my thing. I’ll notice your nails before anything else. I love wild colors in the spring and summer and find it a way to express yourself. I know this had nothing to pertain to food, but I love telling you about my special memories I have. Plus, this recipe makes up for it. I can’t even describe these Skillet Pizza Roll-Ups. There are just no words.
Skillet Pizza Roll Ups
• 1 can of Pillsbury Pizza Dough
• Pizza Sauce (I used homemade sauce)
• 2 cups shredded mozzarella
• Pepperoni
Unroll the dough and place down on a cutting board. Cover with sauce lightly from corner to corner. Then top with cheese the same way. Place pepperoni on last and any other toppings you would like to add.
Roll up as tight as you can get it, jelly roll style. Cut 1-inch pieces and place in a GREASED skillet. (If you don’t have a skillet just use a casserole dish.) Bake for 20 minutes at 400 degrees.
Serve with a side of warm pizza sauce for dipping.
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