Usually the Mister is the pizza chef of the household, but tonight he had outside priorities and I was left to knead and conquer the dough all by myself.
There are many bits and pieces from this post that we will need to cover in the near future: wooden cutting boards, pesto, mozzarella, Arthur Avenue, New York living..., but I'm building my return to blogging ala the tortoise, not the hare, so tonight let's just cut to the chase and recap:
By way of:
Bryndal's reaction to the hullabaloo:
Typical Saturday for LuRuSo.
Despite the noise and smoke (and probably disdain from my neighbors), the pizza was DELICIOUS.
On a side note, does anyone know how to rewire a smoke detector...?