Lest you think my life isn't exciting anymore...

Kyle and I made pizza for dinner last night. And it was great. But there was a slight problem with the middle—the crust didn't get cooked all the way, so it was rather gooey. (We used a Pillsbury crust that rolls out into a rectangle. Kyle's still trying to pin this mess on my inability to "work the dough.") I considered taking a picture of Kyle trying to eat one of the middling pieces (as he held it, it just kept stretching and oozing downward), but I didn't. Shame on me, 'cuz it all just got better from there.

Kyle decided to try rehabilitating this piece of pizza by returning it to the oven from whence it came. It didn't work so well:Yeah. One big melty mess. (And we discovered when we cleaned up that the crust still wasn't done underneath! Crazy.)

Well, we still had half a pizza, and Kyle thought he'd try to save it all by just cooking it for a few more minutes on the rack. I didn't get a picture before we took it out of the oven (after letting it cool for a good long time), but here's what we were left with:Yes, the crust got cooked. We also lost quite a lot of cheese and dough—you can sorta see where the raw edge just sank down between the bars of the rack. Thankfully we put a cookie sheet underneath to catch the mess. (We actually spent some time sitting on the floor in front of the oven, watching the disaster unfold. Who needs fireplaces, anyway?) Despite this next picture, we decided it wasn't edible, as the sides were burnt and the whole thing had achieved the consistency of cardboard.

P.S. I've still got a coupla posts coming related to my hospital stay. I just don't wanna get behind on current events while I try to remember things and gather the energy to type long posts. But don't worry, they're coming!