The pizza story….

Not only do I have a story… my husband thought quickly enough to grab the camera.
Here goes…
So, it was two days before we were leaving to go to ME for Christmas and I was trying to get a ton of stuff done. Laundry, packing, cleaning, bake some cookies for the road, etc. I had some left over spaghetti sauce in the fridge that I wanted to use before we left so I decided to make a pizza for dinner. Here’s the thing, when I bake cookies, I always always burn a batch, but I didn’t on this magnificent Thursday! I was quite happy with myself (pride goes before the fall…). So, the cookies were done and I started the pizza. I was using a new recipe for the dough, cause I couldn’t find the one I normally use. The pizza turned out beautiful, I mean if you have ever seen a pretty pizza before, this was it! It was amazing (again pride goes before the fall…). I finished it and put it in the oven and Andre got home. I had the timer set so I wouldn’t burn it. We were talking about our day as we usually do. The timer went off and so I checked it (the whole while telling Andre to ‘look at this beautiful pizza I made’. The dough wasn’t quite done so, I went to push it back in… the oven rack caught… I pushed harder… the pizza pan slid to the back of the oven over the edge of the rack and tipped backwards. I stand there yelling as I have the edge of the pizza pan and my pizza is sliding right off of it into the bottom of the oven… upside down. Andre comes running to the rescue as I am saying “Help me! Help me!” He is like “what do you want me to do?” I said “I don’t know, but that is our dinner falling to the bottom of the oven!” There really wasn’t anything he could do. He grabbed some utensils and we were able to save about 4 pieces before they hit the bottom of the oven. I either had to laugh or cry. I think I did some of both, but it was mostly laughing. We then spent the next 20 min cleaning out the oven and laughing more. I had some stuff to make Fettucine Alfredo in the fridge so I made some of that to go with our couple of pieces of pizza and it all turned out fine. The next day as I was putting stuff away, I came across my to-do list and Andre had written at the bottom ‘make pizza memory’. It made me laugh. I put it in our keepsake folder. I am so glad my husband has such a sense of humor and helps me laugh at all the crazy things that happen in life!