This post is in honor of some great pizza-makers: auntie Melanie, Kelsey, and Amy. I am branching out…and sometimes I fall flat on my face.
Part of the way through my pizza making – when my store bought (okay, so it’s not fully homemade pizza) dough wasn’t getting flat or very big – I told Mike in my defeatist attitude, “you better order a pizza.” I also skimped on the toppings for fear I would waste them. 🙂
The pizza turned out alright; it would have been nice to have more than two little pieces, but we are getting there!