What did I cook this weekend? Let's see, for Saturday night dinner I ordered Papa John's pizza. My 11 y.o. daughter wanted it -- she wanted pizza, and she wanted Papa John's, the latter for reasons conveyed to my wife, I'm told, and it was her party. If you haven't had this particular species of chain pizza . . . I dunno, I've had worse --truly -- but it's not good. I made fake (non-alcoholic) daiquiris and Shirley Temples to keep sugar levels up before the layer cake made by the party girl's big sister.