As I mentioned, I've been sucked into this Facebook phenomenon and have wiled away hours on the thing. Well, tonight I made myself a pizza - a nice way to end Passover - and popped it in the oven. I headed upstairs to play on Facebook for the 10 - 12 minutes until it was ready.
I remembered about 45 minutes later.
But, not ready to accept defeat, I decided it could be salvaged! Besides, I'd used the last of the olives, and what's the point of a pizza sans olives?? Here is my photo journal of the events that transpired....
Just a bit overdone
just peel this top layer off like a skin graft
slap that salami on the new crust (okay, it's really pepperoni,
but I couldn't resist)
a sprinkling of fresh cheese to hide the mangled toppings
TEN minutes later....
Amanda, you've done it again!
I remembered about 45 minutes later.
But, not ready to accept defeat, I decided it could be salvaged! Besides, I'd used the last of the olives, and what's the point of a pizza sans olives?? Here is my photo journal of the events that transpired....
Just a bit overdone
just peel this top layer off like a skin graft
slap that salami on the new crust (okay, it's really pepperoni,
but I couldn't resist)
a sprinkling of fresh cheese to hide the mangled toppings
TEN minutes later....
Amanda, you've done it again!
Take that Facebook, you can't foil me!
1 comment:
One can never have too much pizza.
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