As I was lifting the pizza out of the oven, when I touched the hot pan with my finger and reacted by dropping the whole pizza (you guessed it) topping side down onto the 450-degree oven rack! No topping was spared as every scrap of cheese, sausage, olives and mushrooms and sauce were now bubbling, dripping and oozing through the rack and down to the bottom of the oven, picking up particles of "oven crust" and who knows what kind of carcinogenic material. I could NOT believe that this was the fate of my perfect pizza! I cried, "Oh, NO!" to which the kids came running to inquire as to what happened.
I told them matter-of-factly what had happened and that I had "ruined" dinner and made a big mess.
Boo: "Do you want daddy?"
Amy: (glumly) "Yes."
Yaks: "Are you sthad, mom?"
Amy: "Yeah, I really wanted pizza tonight."
Then...listen to THIS:
Yaks: "Well, you don't need to cry about it, Mom. It's okay. We can justht fixth it!"
Boo: (opening the fridge as if she fixes dinner every night) "Yeah, we can just fix something else...let's see...we could have some cheese! Does that sound good?"
With my spirits now buoyed up by my little sweethearts, we dug some leftover pasta and sauce out of the fridge and ate that for dinner. Not one complaint.
My Superheroes
7 comments:
Another disaster turned priceless by big hearted sweethearts - lucky you!
ah, no favorite pizza...
but, how cute for the kids to step up and help out!
What sweet, darling, little angels! Isn't it nice to know that, even when it seems like things are pretty bad, we can be rewarded for raising such good kids? Yes they have their moments of naughtiness, but it's the times like these, that make me happy. Sorry about your pizza. Maybe next time you should call someone who will cook it and deliver it! :)
That's precious. I'm sorry about your pizza. Papa Murphy's is the best, too. But leftovers from the fridge are a close second...:)
what sweethearts! They are the cutest kids, Amy. If this next one turns out as great as these 2 you should go for dozen at least!
Oh man, that's the worst... it doesn't get worse than that. I'm sure that was quite the cleanup. I told Steve the story and we debated what we would have done. I think I would have probably ordered another pizza, but one that comes cooked and stored in a box. However, I really do enjoy Papa Murphey's. They have a couple here, but they are kind of far away. With this heat the pizza could probably be cooked in the car on our dash-board if we decided to drive that far:)
Hey Amy,
I'm finally (3 weeks later) getting around to visiting all of my de-lurkers. What a cute post to visit on!
Thanks for the birthday wishes and the owning up! When we were in Utah we hung out with the Madsens...that was fun to make the connection!
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