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O is for Oven

Encyclopedia of Me Meme

 I’m not sure how wide spread Papa Murphy’s Pizza is, but it is our favorite pizza ever. They do take and bake pizzas and they are amazing. I think the thing I like best is that I can yank it out fresh and hot from the oven and just serve it up and eat it right then. No waiting involved – other than cook time that is. 🙂  Our favorite is a Chicago Style Stuffed Pizza – it has a bottom crust then loads of suasage, peperoni, cheese, olives, you name it – yummy stuff, then a top crust, and finally topped off with a thin layer of sauce, a bit of cheese and green onions sprinkle on top.  It is GOOD.

On Tuesday I recieved a phone call from a good friend. She needed to take her teenage son in for stitches in his leg. She had three day care kids in her home and asked if I could bring my crew over to keep an eye on them for half an hour or so until they were picked up.  I knew them and I knew their parents – so the parents were fine with my coming to watch them.  I agreed, but the only problem was dinner. It was nearly five and I had just finished teaching piano and was about to start on dinner. Now I would have no time to do dinner – and Paul and I had our dance class at 7:30.

So we did what everyone pizza loving family would do and ordered a Chicago style pizza.  By the time I was done watching the extra kids Paul had arrived home, picked up the pizza and popped it in the oven to cook.  So when the kids and I all arrived home we were greeted with the delicious smell of baking pizza.

The timer beeped and I took our pizza board and went to slide it under the pizza to lift it from the baking tray – we like to take it off the tray and crisp the crust just a bit before eating it.  My pizza board, however, met with some opposition as I looked with surprise and saw that the bottom crust wasn’t quite cooked.  I was quite surprised and rationalized that Paul must not have let the oven pre-heat all the way.  I cooked the pizza for another five minutes – but the damage was done as it appeared that the bottom was falling out of the pizza. 

We decided to leave it as is – as the top of the pizza was nearly over done, there was no way the bottom wouldn’t be – I must have accidently broken the crust with board and caused it to fall out a bit.  I plopped it on the table as all the kids scrambled around – drooling over this treasured treat.  Honestly, I was drooling too. 🙂  I cut the pizza and began to serve the  first few pieces. As I pulled a pizza out from the whole pizza the bottom crust would string itself out like cheese.

“Paul, look at this – it looks like the bottom is almost raw still!” (We had cooked the pizza for close to 30 minutes now – stuffed pizzas take a bit longer to cook than regular ones)

Paul looked at me rather perplexed and walked over to our oven.  He let his hand hover over the top element which felt blazing hot. Then he let his hand hover over the bottom element – then he touched the bottom element.  There-in lay the problem, the baking element of the oven was out. No wonder we only had a half-baked pizza.

It was now nearly time for me to pick up our sitter and for us to go to our dance class.  We instructed the kids just to eat the top of the pizza and not the bottom crust.  Paul and I took off half starving and mourning over our sad pizza.  At dance we had a brilliant idea.

When we arrived home Paul flipped the remainder of the pizza over and popped it back in the oven.  With the bottom side up the broiler element did it’s job and cooked it nicely.  Now that is what I call a crispy crusted pizza. 🙂

So, now we have a new element, but one of the wires it attaches to looks a bit blackened, so I am still ovenless until Paul has a chance to ask our electrician friend if it is safe or not.  I sure hope so – there is no way we can buy a new oven now.  You never realize how much you use your oven until you have to live without it for a few days. *Sigh*

But now we can really say that we are only half baked in our house.  hee hee 🙂

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