"Pizza, pizza, pizza, we like it hot or cold...Pizza, pizza, pizza, fun for young and old..." and so on.
After he insisted I read it 100 times, I decided we should make pizza for lunch. And having none of those oh-so-convenient Rustic Crusts on hand, I ventured that we make our own dough. What?! Make our own pizza crust? With yeast?!
These are the teachable moments one just cannot plan for on a weekly calendar. "Tuesday: teach Mcclellan all about how yeast works, and hope against all hopes that he will be enthralled and absorbent." After two risings and our toppings of availability (we used swiss cheese and chopped olives because that's just what we had...), we had something that looked like this:
And yummy, it was! Between the two of us, we ate about half of this tomatoey, turkeyroni-y masterpiece. So while library time was deviously thwarted by the mischievous toddler and his antinapping sister, we did get some SUPER lessons in, and yummy lunch to boot!
