One of the biggest drawbacks to having the full size oven downstairs is, that, well, it's downstairs. That means that by the time I remember I have to take something out of the oven, sometimes it's a drop overdone. But if I go down, and discover that I left my oven mitts upstairs, and then I have to run back up and then run back down, you KNOW what's going to happen...
Today I decided to break through the pizza barrier. I had this thing in my head that homemade pizza is just TOO hard to make. Kind of like the bagel thing, and the homemade breads. You know, I just couldn't wrap my head around it! So I wrote it off as being "too much effort".
But really, is it? I decided to try it out today, as I am no longer intimidated by making dough.
It was really quite simple. Mine came out a bit rustic, as I was in a rush when trying to make a nice round crust, and a bit overdone, because... well I explained that already.
But it still got eaten. Even the pickiest child ate it with only minimal complaints.