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desperanceHeh: I should like to make it clear that I have never done this before, this hosting a pizza party thing. Indeed, I have never made pizza before. I am ... perhaps ever so slightly nervous about it?
Anyway. I made a sauce, for the spreading on the pizza base, as I understand is traditional. And I had a goal in my head, and I went chop-chop, simmer-simmer, whizz-whizz; and took the lid off the whizzer and tasted with my finger and surprised myself utterly by saying, "Excellent - well done, me!" without the hint of a tone of irony in it. I actually meant it as praise, and I am so not accustomed to hearing that from me.
And then in an excess of delight I tipped the sauce into a pretty white bowl and the blade of the whizzer fell out into it and thus caused the Great Red Spot which in a peculiar time-dilation-reversal effect the planet Jupiter has in fact stolen from me, and then I heard myself say "Oh, excellent. Very well done!" and we were back to business as usual, because the level of weary contempt was just immaculate.
In other news, stripping a chicken with Mac is the greatest fun imaginable. He gets little bits of chicken, and I get to play bop-Mac-on-the-nose-with-a-tossed-bit-of-chicken. Which my eye-hand coordination has never been any good, but it's pretty good at that.
Anyway. I made a sauce, for the spreading on the pizza base, as I understand is traditional. And I had a goal in my head, and I went chop-chop, simmer-simmer, whizz-whizz; and took the lid off the whizzer and tasted with my finger and surprised myself utterly by saying, "Excellent - well done, me!" without the hint of a tone of irony in it. I actually meant it as praise, and I am so not accustomed to hearing that from me.
And then in an excess of delight I tipped the sauce into a pretty white bowl and the blade of the whizzer fell out into it and thus caused the Great Red Spot which in a peculiar time-dilation-reversal effect the planet Jupiter has in fact stolen from me, and then I heard myself say "Oh, excellent. Very well done!" and we were back to business as usual, because the level of weary contempt was just immaculate.
In other news, stripping a chicken with Mac is the greatest fun imaginable. He gets little bits of chicken, and I get to play bop-Mac-on-the-nose-with-a-tossed-bit-of-chicken. Which my eye-hand coordination has never been any good, but it's pretty good at that.