Pizza parlor in my kitchen

My friend Lynn and I had been talking about doing a "make your own pizza" night for our kids for a long time...like, months. So, finally we waited until it was about 85 degrees out with 1000% humidity and thought "THIS! This is the time to fire up the oven to 450 degrees!!"

Well, really, we both reconsidered the wisdom of the date we chose when we saw the weather forecast, but decided to do it anyway. The kids were so excited and we had been trying to do it for.e.ver, so we just went with it.

The first order of business was to give Cranky Betty her own piece if dough to mess with. Genius. I think she ate it all raw, but didn't seem the worse for it.

We poured some olive oil onto baking sheets and let the kids (attempt) to pat out their own dough. They actually did pretty well but needed a bit of help.

Then, sauce, cheese and toppings.

Dexter even tried putting something other than pepperoni on his. I was amazed, but then he picked off the green peppers and mushrooms before we put it in the oven. Typical.

Kathryn was inspired by her pal Jack to put on toppings in the shape of a clown face. Turns out she didn't like the green peppers but loved the mushrooms.

Jack with the extremely cheesy finished product.

We had lots of fun, the kids loved the pizza and I think we'll have to do it again. Maybe in the fall...or winter, when a hot oven sounds like a better idea.