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You Did What?!?

Sometimes the only thing you can do is laugh...

Yesterday had been a busy day, and I had forgotten all about dinner until late afternoon.  Simple and quick was what I needed...homemade pizza!  You can't get any easier.  We quickly threw together the dough and whipped together a roasted tomato sauce that is to die for.  A few hours later, the house smelled like the Italian countryside.  Everything was going as planned and dinner was going to be awesome!  Pretending I was an authentic Italian chef I hand tossed my soft, cool, dough to perfection...lathered on the delicious sauce with a few artichokes, fresh spinach leaves and onions.  All that was left was to grace the top with a generous mound of cheese.  Yum.  My taste buds were oh.. so.. happy.  I was already salivating.  

 Trying to do well at time management I headed to another room to finish something up, asking two of my children (who shall remain nameless) to spread on a thick layer of cheese and pop those babies in the oven.  One hour later the pizzas were golden brown and looking fantastic, except the cheese had not melted on two of them.  Hmmmm.  I Popped them back in for another 5 minutes...still not melted.  OK?  Lets just eat.  My husband and I took one bite...looked at each other with a puzzled face..."What was THAT!"  We both exclaimed at the same time.  Just then my children ran into the kitchen half laughing, sheepishly admitting to the fact that they had put hash browns on the pizza thinking it was cheese (I buy everything in bulk and split it up into appropriate portions.  Apparently they didn't look closely at the bag).  Really!  Honestly.  One of those moments.  Dinner was NASTY.  But - we laughed so hard we almost cried.  Potato crusted pizza was a blessing!  It's amazing how laughter can uplift ones spirit. 

Like I said yesterday - with life we never know what we are going to get.  It can be hard.  Things happen that can't be changed.  Things beyond our control.  Instead of getting upset and loosing your peace...lighten up.. sometimes life just calls for a good laugh.

Note to self:  Supervise ALL activity my children do in the kitchen from now on.

Until then...
Jessie

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  1. YUCKERS!!! Grandma wants to know HOW that could happen? LOL Didn't it smell like potatoes when it was baking?

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