The photographer in me winces, but the friend in me smiles at this picture. I really did try to get a decent picture on Friday night at our last 2009/2010 pizza night, but it is amazing how dreadfully they turned out. Low lighting, no tripod and a dirty lens all conspired against me. Oh well…
We have a pizza night at our house every Friday night. I make anywhere from two to eight pizzas depending on the expected crowd. Toppings come from a variety of sources: pepperoni and bacon bits from Stateside packages, extra veggies arrive with Marissa and occasionally something exotic like fresh mozzarella will show up. Teachers contribute drinks or dessert and we all get to hang out and relax after finishing yet another week of school.
Pizza night is such a part of our routine that I don’t often consider the fact that I actually MAKE pizza every. single. week. Then we get back to the States and pick up a take-away pizza and I am overwhelmed by: 1. the convenience and 2. the lack of homemade flavor.
You win some, you lose some.