Last night I went to Paul's to make pizza for dinner. Paul picked up all of the ingredients on Monday night and I picked up a bottle of red wine from a shop on my street. The night started off with me picking at and eating the dough and Paul batting my fingers away. I love raw dough and Paul thinks it is the grossest thing ever - which it probably is. We video chatted Carson on my phone, so cool that we can do that. We sat up the phone on the kitchen bar and Carson was able to watch us roll out the pizza dough while we grilled him about his new girlfriend! :)
Paul and I can be competitive - I generally like to race during tasks and Paul likes to multitask and test himself at how many projects he can have going on at once. So naturally we compared our pizza doughs. His is on the left, mine is on the right. That is all I will say - you can be the judge.
I think Paul was a little jealous. He never admitted to it - but his actions spoke for themselves. I was in the living room when I heard "You're gonna kill me." I look over and Paul is scooping my pizza out of the sink! (his was already safe and warm in the oven). He claims he didn't mean to - but I believe his subconscious had something to do with my pizza's demise.
Luckily, Paul bought plenty of ingredients so we both made two more. We wound up eating his pizza which had sliced tomatoes, turkey burger meat, onions, peppers, and mozzarella cheese. We ended the night with two episodes of Dexter from season 2. We are trying to catch up - we hear season 4 is the best!
**btw - disclaimer on the picture quality: my camera charger is currently missing so I take all my pictures with my phone!