“A man is only as good as his last pizza.”

Last evening I put my pizza skills to the test: I hosted a pizza party for a neighbor and her two kids (ages 10 and 13).  To be a bit more precise, the pizza party was held in my neighbor’s apartment; however, I brought the ingredients and managed the cooking.  At first I seemed to be having some problems - changing cooking environments really presents challenges.  But, pizza genius that I am, I was soon able to adapt to my surroundings.  I had a young helper, who we will call Clara Barton.  Clara was a pizza prodigy and soon started pumping out pies of her own.

Due to the intense nature of this enterprise, I do not have a detailed list of the pies that we made, nor a picture of all the different stages of the pizza assembly line.  However, a montage of the event should give you an idea of the situation.

Once again, thank you Trader Joe’s.  And thanks to my sous chef, “Clara.”