Pizza Predicament

"Homemade Pizza" is what our menu said for Wednesday (last) night, but I was short a few things. A few important things; pizza crust, and pepperoni. So we walked Daddy to his bus stop yesterday and swung by the farmers market. We were in luck! Organic pizza crust AND organic pepperoni. Later that evening Daddy sent a text message saying he would be home in 30 minutes. So Nol and I had a heart to heart about being a good boy during tummy time so Mommy could whip up some pizza. He obliged and I got to work.

Just after I had the pizza assembled, the oven pre-heated, and the pizza stone ready to slide in the oven, Daddy got home! And just in time. Nol was starting to forget his end of the deal.

A few tickles and smoochies later, our pizza was done.

Looks delicious right?! (Never mind the uneven slicing). Well, earlier in the prepping process, when I unwrapped the organic pizza crus, an unpleasant aroma filled the room. I assumed it would disappear when the crust was smothered in olive oil, pizza sauce, toppings and then baked to the high heavens. Turns out I was wrong. We each ate a piece simply because we were STARVING. We each tried to down a second slice, but we couldn't do it.

Moral of the story, RUSTIC organic pizza crust bears its name proudly. It tasted about as rustic or rusty as anything I'd even consumed. Bad choice.

So we left our plates full of pizza, empty of Ranch, the kitchen a mess and went on a bike-ride. Nolan likes to hold my dress ties like reigns on a horse. I went faster with every whip of the reigns.

It was a lovely ride. And then we came home. And our pizza was still there. Along with its stench. I guess a girl can't have everything.