Sometimes A Girl Just Needs To Eat Pizza. Yum.

I don't always write about pizza but when I do its usually funny. Well...the one other post I wrote about pizza was funny. This post is not funny, I am not having a good relationship with pizza.

Don't get me wrong I still LOVE pizza as much as the next girl but it seems we have been eating it A LOT at my house.

It may be criminal and some form of child abuse as often as we have had pizza for dinner. I don't know what happened to me, not that long ago I had a weekly menu full of healthy and good foods for my family and now we get greasy pizza once a week.

I don't mean to speak badly of pizza, like I said I LOVE pizza, but it can't be good that I am at this moment feeding it to my family A LOT.

I think I am feeling guilty. It has to be guilt otherwise why would I think the people at Papa Murphy's would be judging me. Seriously any day know I am going to walk in and they are going to shout "MICHAEL". just like they yelled Norm on Cheers.

I could blame it on being sick during the busiest time at work but that would only explain the last two weeks. I need to think of a different excuse for the three weeks before that...because even when I broke my wrist I cooked more than I have been.

Of course the "pseudo" step-kids are beyond happy that we are having pizza so often. This may have been the best month or so of their life. You should see there little faces when I walk in the pizza and bread sticks. They didn't even get upset when one of the dogs ate all the bread sticks one night...because we have it so often its no longer a treat.

I just need to....I don't know what I need to do.  I wonder what we should have for dinner tonight? Tacos?

Attack of the Killer Pizza

I am seriously the most unfortunate girl sometimes. I am not sure why the fates have plotted against me; I have tried to be a good person. None the less they have or at least it’s the only explanation I can come up with as to why the stuff that happens to me happens to me. Because trust me the events that happened last night would not happen to anyone else but me.

Last night I received a text from my sister asking me to pick up something for dinner. Since I am cheap and tired I decided to get the $5 pepperoni pizza deal at Papa Murphy’s. I would like to say that this is not my go to dinner when I am tired and stressed but it is and I eat it once a week. And I have the cooking of a Papa Murphy’s pizza down to an art but last night something went terribly wrong.

I didn’t burn down the house or accidentally cook the cat but it was equally bizarre. Let me break it down for you…

After coming home; I unwrapped the pizza and put it in the oven (my sister had preheated the oven). After the 15 minutes I opened the oven and pulled out the oven rack but the pizza had stuck to the back of the oven. What you say? How is that possible?…hell I don’t know. But yes it was stuck to the back of the oven and since I had pulled the oven rack out the pizza started to fold in half and fall. So I tried to push the oven rack back in the oven to stop the pizza from falling but to late the pizza fell but it was also still stuck to the back of the oven.

I then tried to “unstick” the pizza and burned the top of my hand on the oven. I did manage to get the pizza lose but it is now sitting on the bottom of the oven, but at least it is right side up.

I stand there for a second trying to figure out how to get the pizza out with out further burning myself…realizing that my only option is to be very careful I reach in (I had on oven mitts) and tried to get my pizza. At this point I burn my arm on the oven racks (note to self remove racks next time pizza falls to bottom of oven).

After finally getting the pizza out I notice at some point the hot cheese on one side had slid to the middle of the pizza, I quickly mush it all back in place and pretend like nothing had happened.

I told you that it would not happen to anyone but me.