Splat Goes the Pizza

Before I went to the grocery story yesterday, I carefully planned all the meals for the week. Last night was pizza and salad. My new method of "making" pizza is an imitation of our friend Vivian's. She takes a frozen pizza and adds all sorts of goodies. The end result is 10 times better than the plain frozen one and much quicker than pizza from scratch. So, that's what I did last night. I added spinach and some ground beef and broccoli and cheese...yummy! Finally the timer rang and I went to take it out of the oven.

I opened the door. Took hold of the pan with my pot holder and began to take it out. In those few seconds, my hand tipped slightly and the pizza went flying against the sizzling wall of the oven, dumping all the added goodies down the side and onto the charred oven floor. Yuck! McKenzie heard the crash and started wailing. I would have liked to wail too. I peeled the pizza off the side of the oven. Half of it still had some toppings, the other half was draped in a thin layer of sauce and nothing more.

The oven was a disaster. I had to take the racks out and scoop up the cheese, and spinach, and ground beef and throw it all away. Ugh!

We still ate the pizza, but half of it was more like garlic toast than pizza. And I had to endure a lecture from McKenzie on the accident.

"Mom, do you know why that happened?"

"It was just an accident."

"It was because you weren't paying attention to what you were doing, that's why."

C'est la vie!