pizza failure
Oct. 14th, 2010 04:48 amSo, after class, I came home, determined that I would make a good pizza and Dad would be proud of me. This was my first time using the oven all by myself, so I couldn't mess it up!! So, I finally found a pan, and placed two white tortillas upon it, at the same time I preheated the oven to the correct time (400?), and then I was putting a good amount of olive oil on the breads. After that, I felt good so I went to look for the tomato paste.
There wasn't any.
I looked to the oven, then the pizzas, then the oven again. Was it too late? Should I start over? (Dad will be ashamed of me!) So instead, I thought, "Hey! The Greeks used to eat plakuntos with olive oil and various toppings, I'll just not use tomato paste! THEY didn't!" So I didn't use it. I then took out some mozzarella cheese and put nice amounts on both breads. I heard a "tick". Oh, the oven was ready!
I stuck the tray in and then waited the right amount of time. I figured it couldn't be too bad, besides I followed all of dad's instructions...
When I opened the oven, I was horrified.
These weren't pizzas.
These were BALLOONS. I stared at my malformed babies, and hurriedly removed them from the oven with the oven mitts. Placing them on top of the oven, I stared at them some more, unable to hold back the laughter in my throat. It came out as a "HULGRUAGH" but I swear it was laughter...
I've left one of the twins in the fridge for anyone who wants it... and I'm currently eating one of them. To my surprise, they're pretty good! ... Just... ugly and not at all pizza like...
First time for everything, I suppose.
Elaine Steven http://twitpic.com/2xc98y
There wasn't any.
I looked to the oven, then the pizzas, then the oven again. Was it too late? Should I start over? (Dad will be ashamed of me!) So instead, I thought, "Hey! The Greeks used to eat plakuntos with olive oil and various toppings, I'll just not use tomato paste! THEY didn't!" So I didn't use it. I then took out some mozzarella cheese and put nice amounts on both breads. I heard a "tick". Oh, the oven was ready!
I stuck the tray in and then waited the right amount of time. I figured it couldn't be too bad, besides I followed all of dad's instructions...
When I opened the oven, I was horrified.
These weren't pizzas.
These were BALLOONS. I stared at my malformed babies, and hurriedly removed them from the oven with the oven mitts. Placing them on top of the oven, I stared at them some more, unable to hold back the laughter in my throat. It came out as a "HULGRUAGH" but I swear it was laughter...
I've left one of the twins in the fridge for anyone who wants it... and I'm currently eating one of them. To my surprise, they're pretty good! ... Just... ugly and not at all pizza like...
First time for everything, I suppose.
Elaine Steven http://twitpic.com/2xc98y