Yesterday was an interesting day. I slept in and then began doing odds and ends. I spent a good portion of the day working on our family tree, and then discovered a "Norathon" on Lifetime TV. Bob stopped by Papa Murphy's and brought home 2 take and bake pizzas. For those of you who have not tried this place, you really need to. You tell them the ingredients that you want and they prepare the pizza using all fresh stuff. All you have to do is bring the pizza home and stick it in the oven. How hard can that be? Well, for my wonderful kitchen skills, this was too much. I slid the pizzas in the pre-heated oven and went back to the basketball game. I promise I was watching the clock. I went back into the kitchen to discover smoke billowing out of the oven. I yanked open the door and the kitchen was flooded with smoke. About the time that I was processing that the pizza's were "over done", the smoke alarm went off. Bob jumped up, did what ever to the alarm and waited for the alarm company to call him. He, very calmly, told them that his wife was cooking dinner. The pizza's weren't really burnt, we did eat them and they were good ... a bit crunchy ... but still good.
We finished our last bottle of Pop's soda. Jack Black Orange Stash. Tasted like old fashioned Orange soda. 2 chugs/we probably would buy it again.
Gotta go open some windows to air out the house. Burnt pizza is not the smell I want for the entire day.
Cindy
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