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.
DANG.
ReplyDeleteOh, no - poor kitty!! And poor Chris, too ... :)
ReplyDeleteHeartbreaking! This pizza looks too good! My heart goes out to your kitty.
ReplyDeleteMy heart goes out to the pizza.
ReplyDeleteDang 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.
ReplyDeleteMan, I can now only imagine how that would have ended up... ;_;
ReplyDeleteSounds like something that has happened to me. I feel your pain.
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