This is a story about three friends who came together on a Friday night to make pizza and watch the top notch Mary-Kate & Ashley film, Winning London. It's not a particularly enthralling story, or a particularly dubious one, but it is filled with laughter and yummy food. So hopefully you will enjoy.
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We have a game where when we open our door to whoever is outside, we take an awkward picture of them. Diana wasn't prepared even though I was the one outside the door. |
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Say Yes to the Dress was on TV, but before we sat down to watch, we set out flour so that we could... |
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Let the dough set for a few minutes. Looks tasty, no? |
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Yeah, I was lying. But it will look more delicious when it's in the shape of a pizza. |
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As the dough was setting, we waited for Kelly's arrival. When she came, she was greeted at the door with a surprise photo in the dark. |
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Together, Kelly and I had salads. Diana complained about having eaten non-stop all day. We could not say the same of ourselves. |
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The dough had set and it was time to roll it out. The instructions suggest either using a rolling pin or your hands. Of course we chose hands. |
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With one goopy ball (technical term) of whole wheat dough and another of a dough filled with herbs, we proceeded to smush them into whatever shapes we could (with little preference for circles). |
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We added sauce and cheese, tomatoes and fresh basil, and set the oven to 450 degrees. |
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And we put our little triangle baby into the oven. That sounds strange. If you replace 'baby' with 'pizza' it makes more sense. |
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Kelly managed to make her pizza into a trapezoid. And so the second round of our geometric dinner entered the oven. |
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Soon enough (after about 10 false alarms and 30 minutes of Winning London), our pizzas were ready. We feasted for minutes, making "mmm" sounds and dancing without even realizing it. |
Our night wasn't crazy. We ended up dispersing before midnight (once the Mary-Kate & Ashley festivities had ceased). But we had more fun than a lot of people have staying out all night. And we ate good food too.
This is what summer is all about. I hope yours is happy too.
Love,
Rachel
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