Do you think that the pizza guy can smell defeat at the door? The smell of a failed dinner, the sounds of out of control children, and the views of a filthy floor? Do you think he knows?
My day consisted of rain, sick kids, exhaustion, husband gone for the night, etc., etc. At 3:00 I was done. At which time a very lovely thought popped into my brain that I should make my life easier and order pizza for dinner.
Thus began my internal battle of convenience vs. cost.
I started over thinking the cost of delivery pizza and the cost of my cupboard ingredients, not factoring in the cost of my sanity.
I decided to be frugal and make my own pizza. I made the dough and left it to rise so i could deal with my no cheese problem. See, Jim took our car today and left me with no cheese. (The neighbors didn't have cheese either.) I decided the best option was to pack up my two kids in the jogging stroller and run over to the gas station to buy over priced cheese.
Did I mention the rain? Yes, in the rain at 4:30 pm I was running with my two kids to get cheese. By the time I got back I was SO hungry, I had to make pizza as fast as I could.
I vaguely remembered the idea of grilling pizza being very tasty and fast. Why not give it a try, outside, in the rain, by myself.
I will spare you the grilling details. It was disastrous. In the end the pizza was on the carpeted porch floor, cheese side down, burnt on the outside, raw in the middle, disgusting.
I tried to eat a little, gagged, realized that I had become my worst enemy and ordered pizza.
2 comments:
I have no words except to say that this needs to be published somewhere.
I am laughing so hard right now! I have that same battle with myself where I tell myself that making the dough is really not that much harder than making the phone call to order it....who are we kidding? I definitely don't think I would have gone out to buy gas station cheese in the rain though- I have my limits:).in
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