Most couples have a song. Their song. But the Boy (who from now on, I shall refer to as B) and I have a food item. Pizza. I’ve proclaimed my love for the Italian beauty many times, but it’s not just me who loves it. B and I both love it! 🙂
So yesterday, we decided to make pizza. Including making the base. It took us a while to figure out “the right amount of water”, “the right amount of flour”, but we found our way. It took us an hour and a half, but it was so much fun! There were moments when I would take my drink breaks, and I would just stand in the side while he worked his butt off. But worry not. I did some work. I kneaded the dough. And very well I must say.
In the end, parts of the pizza were slightly under cooked, parts over cooked, and parts that were just pure delicious. We cannot wait to make better pizza next time.
Oh! And pizza wasn’t the only thing we made. We also made a mess!
It was such a happy day that even my clothes matched my happiness. Pink polka dotted top that I bought some 8 years back with and grey wedges that I picked up for Rs.600 (Approx $12) 2 years back. Full love for the shoes. They’re incredibly comfortable!
And I’m going to end this post with my wonderfully amateurish Illustrator skills showing a delighted B and I by the end of the day.
No we did not make so many pizzas. We made just 2.