One of the things we did was cook mini pizzas. On light bulbs.
My Mom makes some excellent pizza, let me just say. But it always took quite a while for her to prepare it. Patience has never been my strong point, especially when I was a little kid. Therefore, the only logical solution was to make our own pizza.
For a while (maybe the first three or four times), we kept our creations a secret. Usually, I would distract my mom by asking her questions or sampling the various ingredients she had left lying about. Katie would clandestinely snatch a few precious clumps of pizza dough from the bowl. Perhaps she didn't allow me to do the dough-stealing because she knew I'd get carried away and steal enough to cook on fifteen lamps.
Next, we always ran to our room, and I complained every time that she hadn't gotten enough pizza dough. Usually there were two amounts about the size of a quarter, and I usually got the smaller amount because Katie said so. Anyway, we would press the dough onto the lightbulb, careful not to burn our fingers.
We watched it with fascination, not wanting to burn our mini pizzas. My sister and I always debated about how long to leave it there, but every time, without fail, we were able to recognize the distinct golden brown color they turned when they were done.
Next, we turned off the lamps and peeled off the mini pizzas. To finish, we added a little bit of sauce and cheese. They were delicious. It was just a shallow harbinger of the bigger pizza to come, but it tasted better because we had made it ourselves.
Who needs an Easy Bake Oven? We used light bulbs.
Oh my goodness too funny. I think one of the sibs has tried to melt cheese in a spoon over a candle, or something like that. I'm going to tell Elliott this story.
ReplyDeleteHaha that's awesome!
ReplyDeleteeasy bake ovens used lightbulbs...
ReplyDeleteI suppose we were simply more resourceful since we didn't need to buy an Easy Bake Oven. :)
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