pizza by the floor
So my pizza supper that should have been delicious, didn't even make it to the oven. After prepping my last chunk of dough, sweating my onions, prepping sauce, and putting this together.
I stepped back, as I opened the oven, onto my cat and flung the pie into the wall. So instead of pizza in my tummy, it was pizza clean up while I eat a blueberry smoothie.
7 comments:
DANG.
Oh, no - poor kitty!! And poor Chris, too ... :)
Heartbreaking! This pizza looks too good! My heart goes out to your kitty.
My heart goes out to the pizza.
Dang is about right, and I should say my cat is A-OK. I think she was more interested in licking the floor after, than any trauma from my big foot.
Man, I can now only imagine how that would have ended up... ;_;
Sounds like something that has happened to me. I feel your pain.
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