Pizza and ice-cream on a Saturdaynight
As I wrote on Saturday: no plans for the further day. Well – it didn´t last long. An emergency-plan was developed fast: Take it easy, buy some pizza and ice-cream and stay in. Not so spectacular – I agree, but it seemed the right thing…
The way how things developed made me ask myself once again: Is there a higher reason for me to not spend too much time alone?
Back home I realized that the XL-Grandiosa-pizza wouldn´t fit into the oven. So I had to cut it into two pieces – no drama. After a while the sweet smell of junk-food pet my nostrils, so I went to check the pizza. Couldn´t really see if it was ready yet, so I decided to get it out of the oven. Whilst doing that the baking paper caught fire. To save my desired piece I started to blow. Burning pieces of paper flew through my mini-kitchen. Decided it wasn´t the brightest idea. Water should help! It did help, but the pizza turned into pizza-pulp. Yammy.
I still had the second half. Now I was happy that the pizza turned out to be too big. Spent so much time thinking what a happy fellow I am, that the rest burned in the oven…
But the ice-cream, the ice-cream was good…
Still remember what I told you week ago? Not so funny co-incidence
| Posted 2 years, 11 months agoJust blame it on the Vuolokiventie! But thank God, you saved me from a death in flames…Did you see a fire distinguisher in here?
| Posted 2 years, 11 months agoI hope you don’t live in my block, I could smell burned pizza in the coridoor on Saturday. Must have been a theme for the weekend
| Posted 2 years, 11 months ago