Easy as One, Two, Oops.

We have made incredible meals since I've been here. Great pasta dishes, pork chops, grilled chicken, kebabs, salads, fajitas, guacamole, seared ahi, and the list goes on. They have all been delicious and took a respectable amount of planning, preparation, and cooking. Last night we were worn out and thought it would be a great idea to take it easy, pop a couple frozen pizzas in the oven, watch some tv, and go to bed.

Well. Some things are easier said than done. "Take the pizza out of the oven" is a perfect example of this. The first one came out with no problem but somewhere between the oven rack and the cutting board, something went terribly wrong with the second pizza. It flipped over, ripped to pieces, and as it was dropping onto the floor and into the bottom of the oven it decided to somehow take the other pizza down with it. Frantically trying to salvage as much as we could, the cheese that fell onto the burner caught fire. It stopped as soon as we scraped it away, but it was enough of a fire to make us aware of the irony of Meg picking up a fire extinguisher in the store last week and asking if she should get it (and of course deciding not to).

The oven was piping hot. It was open. It was just on fire. There was pizza carnage all over the bottom of it. Gooey pieces of cheese, chicken, and peppers were dripping down into the drawer below onto the clean dishes; there was no question that we had failed. As I tallied the amount of dishes that were dirtied through the entire fiasco, Meg burst out in laughter which immediately set me off too. There we were in the kitchen in the middle of a pizza catastrophe unable to stop laughing. Two college graduates unable to successfully make frozen pizzas. In a situation like that where something is broken beyond repair, laughter is generally the best possible solution.

You win this round, DiGiorno.