
What better pizza to pig out on than one made at home with help from Sophie?
I thought I'd let her help put a couple pieces of (veggie) pepperoni on there, so she'd feel like she was part of it, but turns out she's a fantastic pizza chef! She smushed the sauce around at the start, and then put on all the pepperoni, most of the green peppers and mushrooms, a few of the pineapple tidbits, and even some of the cheese - although she got so excited that we were almost done that she piled most of the cheese in one spot.
The pizzas were delicious, and I was able to eat an entire one by myself in one sitting. (It was officially a medium pizza, 12" across.) I did have to push myself on the last couple of pieces, which just goes to show that we all get older and our stomachs eventually get wise and stop taking so much flagrant abuse without objection.
With this pizza, I'm afraid that my days of rampant overeating are behind me. Well, at least they're becoming less pronounced than maybe they once were. It was a good ride while it lasted!
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I love how she kept saying, "I'm a pizza chef!" with pride. She really was quite a good little helper.
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