Pizza dough, that is.
My eight-year-old grandson has chosen to be baptized now that he has reached an age of accountability. Or there of sorts. Actually I think the age of accountability is relative. I’m still blaming my kids for my chubby midsection, calling it baby fat, and my youngest is well-you-know not so baby.
Many guests were expected for the celebration. The Bug asked for a make-your-own pizza bar. The GAP, was, as usual, successful commandeering my free services. She needed individual pizzas for only sixty people. Remember, Mr. Green Jeans has ten brothers and sisters, and he’s the youngest, so this number is relatively (there’s that word again) low. “Mom, “the Boboli pizza crusts are $5 for two,” the GAP said. “Do you have any ideas? I can’t afford $150 for crusts.”
“Claro Italian Deli sells pizza dough by the bag,” I said.
“Can you run down and buy it?” she asked. You knew that was coming. “I’ll pay you back.” We all know that’s not coming. “And since you’ll have the dough (the $$$ dough got left at Claro’s), could you roll out and par-cook the pizza crusts.”
So yesterday morning, without any previous experience, I jumped right in. I rolled seventy-two pizza crusts just in case someone extra showed up. “When you said pizza crusts,” I asked the GAP on the phone, in the middle of my Mama Mia experience, “you didn’t necessarily mean round, did you?”
“I don’t care,” she answered, “as long as there are sixty of them.”
“And they are not exactly flat,” I confessed. “Didn’t you think pizza crusts were flat? My crusts are blowing up like whoopy cushions. I have to pop them and swoosh the air out of them.” I rambled.
“They’ll be fine,” she said. I could tell she had tuned me out.
“Are you excited,” I said to the Bug when I arrived at the event. He gave me a big hug.
I’m proud of you, Bug. I hope this is the first of many good decisions.
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New job skill? Pizza dough roller!
The whoopee cushion ones could’ve been FILLED pizzas; just tear a hole, fill and bake. Yum!
Love the idea of a pizza bar! Congrats to your grandson.
Too funny–I love the picture!
Did you do that thing with the dough where you shape it, throw it up in the air punching the dough over and over? I’m sure that’s the secret to the pizza crust and isn’t that how Lucy did it? Congraulations to Bug!
What a wonderful day for Logan and his entire family. The girls and I want to thank you for letting us share in Logan’s Baptisim.
The individual Pizza (make your own) what a great idea. delicious. and Penny your welcome loved helping out, makes me feel like I’m part of your family.
Again Thank you all
Nina, Ariana and Alexis