Pizza
Today me and my brother cooked a pizza.
No, not frozen, from scratch*.
My parents are at work because Martin Luther King isn’t that big at their companies.
So they asked my brother to make me something for lunch.
So we decided to make a pizza.
We did everything from flouring a cutting board to greasing aluminum foil to grading cheese.
Me and my brother just finished it off, and it was great.
The thing is, that when we took it out of the oven, after a few minutes, I took a tiny bite.
It wasn’t too hot so I took a bigger bite.
That was perfect too, but then the cheese fell off and the tomato sauce part fell on my lip.
Let’s just say it wasn’t as good as eating it. (It BURNED!)
But all in all, it was an awesome lunch.
Chow,
- Kat
* Scratch means without a mix or anything