Where to begin. I guess the beginning is a good place. Last night my MOM decided to make a pizza. Oh how I love her pizzas. Mamma Mia would be impressed. She starts with a thinner than a cracker crust from scratch. Then the homemade pizza sauce made from the tomatoes and garlic from the garden. It's topped with fresh tomatoes, onions (I don't get to eat those), olives, yellow and orange peppers, pepperoni, AND bacon. Well it's turkey bacon, butt still it's bacon. And it's all topped off with two kinds of cheeses. Are you drooling yet? Believe me there was a puddle under me while it was baking. I know what your saying, "So where is the mischief in all this Goose?" "Did she temped you and then not give you a slice?" Oh I got a slice my friends, and I have the photos to prove it. Just scroll down.
This is so wrong! Do you see this? My MOM hung a slice on my nose!!
Here is a close up for you.
Do you think this is some for of torture? Should I call the ASCPA? Seriously I have pizza HANGING from my nose!
This is what happens when a MOM does not get enough sleep.
And after all of this I did not get to eat this slice of pizza goodness. MOM did give me the pizza bone part and I got a bit of cheese and veggies. Oh and I got to lick the sauce off my snooter. If you ask me I should have gotten at least half the pizza (minus the onions).
So there ya have it friends, todays mischief is brought to you by my MOM.