You remember that time I made that list of things I wanted to accomplish and then procrastinated about actually doing it? Oh, which time, you ask? You smartypants, you! I mean the most recent time.
One of the things I wanted to do was start a Friday night homemade pizza and a movie tradition. I won’t lie, I have completely failed at it but I swear I tried. Every time I tried to make a pizza it was a huge flop. We’re talking straight-into-the-trashcan kind of flops. Then I realized that our grocery store does $5 take-and-bakes on Friday and it was like a sign from up above that I didn’t need to make anymore awful pizzas.
But this past week I decided I was going to make a pizza. This one to be exact. I bought a Pillsbury crust because I didn’t want to risk anything going wrong. Then, OF COURSE, disaster struck.
Sometime in the 5 minutes it took for us to get from the grocery store to the house, the dang pizza can exploded. W! T! F!
But don’t worry, I was going to use that crust even thought it now had all kinds of fun cooties on it from exploding inside a Walmart bag. I left it in a ball in my fridge for a couple hours and then the dang thing refused to roll out. I rolled and I rolled and I rolled but it just stayed little stupid dough ball.
So I ended up making a crust. A crust that looked so perfect and delicious. Until I, you know, tried to get it off the pan and it refused to move.
I am SO DONE with pizza. SO DONE ya’ll. I don’t know if it’s me or the oven or Colorado or what but holy cow, I am ooooooover it.
I’m only making pizza that starts with a cookie dough crust from now on.
ALSO! Friday is National S’mores Day! Woot woot! MAKE THIS. This is easily one of my favorite things I’ve made in months!