I made pizza for dinner tonight. I almost always make pizza instead of ordering it. Not because I have a problem with the nutritional value (or lack thereof) in takeout pizza, and not because we don’t have good pizza around here, because we do. No, the reason I usually make pizza is because if I say to The Children “let’s order pizza” one child will request Pizza Shop A and the other will immediately announce that they hate Pizza Shop A and can we please order from Pizza Shop B instead. This, of course, is a trap.
Now we cannot get pizza from either establishment because if I select either Shop A or Shop B I am choosing sides and we can’t have that. This forces me to choose a random wildcard pizza joint that neither child has mentioned. Tonight I had a brief thought that we should have had a third child to act as a tie-breaker. However, with my luck that kid would request a third pizza shop and then I would still have to find a neutral pizza party to order from, but I would have fewer to choose from.
If you are wondering if we really have that many pizza places the answer is yes. We live in a college town.
So I make my own pizza. It saves a lot of arguments, and this way everybody gets their very own pizza made to their exacting specifications.
Princess O asked for a regular amount of sauce, extra cheese and pepperoni, with the pepperoni on top of the cheese (that part is very important).
The C-man likes extra sauce, a lot of cheese and three pepperoni slices. Why three? You will have to ask him, I have no idea.
Tom and I usually share a pizza and our toppings vary depending on what is in the refrigerator. Today I had the pizza all to myself since Tom is in Chicago and can have real pizza whenever he wants. I had Italian sausage, roasted red peppers and black olives. And sauce and cheese of course.