Long story short: this month's challenge was tossed pizza. It could be topped any old way one pleased. We had pizza here last weekend, and it was a lot of fun, setting up a whole toppings bar and allowing Bun and her friend to choose whatsoever their heart desired and the crust was really pretty good! Carter even made on really effed up looking 'za that he refused to eat--I chalked it up as a craft on his part and let him have some plain cheese I made 'just in case'. You can imagine it all in your head, right? The day before, making dough, and allowing it to rest for a day, then day two, rising and working, and deciding I suck at tossing dough, but rock at working it in the air on my knuckles? Close your eyes and imagine...
Long story a little better explained. No photos. Bad son.
"Lookit Mama! I taking pictures! I strong."
He erasing camera's memory.
If I'd had my camera in my hand, you could see how very, very proud of himself he was. He always says he's strong when he's up to no good.
Thankfully it was only one day's worth of photos, and maybe some park stuff. We'll live to make pizza another day here. I had thought maybe I'd make a second batch to take photos again, but with inlaws arriving and my son's birthday looming, I think the only pizza we'll be having anytime soon will be made by someone else and come in a box. *sigh*
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