COOKING PARTY FOR ADDED LIFE FLAVORS

A cooking party around my house is a regular thing.

Even if it’s just me.

The requirements? Someone needs to take over the operation so I’m not the control freak.

When it’s pizza baking, there are other things involved.

Such as:

A pizza plan? Check.

A pizza oven? Huh?

I fired up the pellet barbecue but it didn’t hold the heat. It needed the pizza dome.

With inconsistent heat outside, I moved the operation inside and pre-heated the oven to 450.

When I opened the oven door smoke belched out like a steel mill.

Fans, windows, and what’s wrong with the oven?

I think you know the answer.

Look, I don’t do the auto-clean because a repair guy told me a super-heated oven can cook the electronics of the microwave attached on top.

I believed him, so I cleaned it the old fashioned way.

And hold your breath, it didn’t clean up the way I expected.

 

Smoked Out

The group pushed forward with everything made from scratch.

Now these were millennials, also known as my favorites, and they went all the way with old-school.

If that doesn’t make a daddy proud, nothing will.

Maybe they were catering to the granddad?

No, because that’s just how they do it. I’ve seen it in action, and want to see more.

So there we were, with me screwing up, until the pro said, “Step aside, rookie.” (Hey Mandy)

Inspite of the oven/chimney, we got it done.

I get all choked up at certain events, and this was one of them.

These were family members from wife, to sons, to daughters’ in law, the grand babies, and a teary granddad.

“I’m not crying, I got salt in my eye.”

Why the emotions? Because I’m delicate? Maybe. Probably. Okay, yes, I’m a fragile flower.

This is the sort of night every family should be able to pull off.

Not a holiday, not a memorial, just showing up and getting after things.

They whole bunch makes me happier than I can remember doing anything with my peer-family.

Wait, let me think about that . . . Yes, that happy.

I like a little happy cry now and then.

Things get to me, I get wound up, then let it go.

Usually it’s not happiness, but those are the best time.

 

Cooking Party Turns Into Food Fest

What to remember from a cooking party?

This ^.

What else to remember? How easy it is to be with loved ones, to spend time together without having to referee problems from the past.

That happens too, but not this night.

Instead of reviewing things, like hurt feelings, we focused on the task at hand.

Focusing isn’t easy for everyone; eating homemade pizza is.

If you have a family that enjoys time together, family time, this is the way to go.

On the other hand, if you’ve got volatile people in the family tree, make something that doesn’t involve chopping and cutting.

Avoid the knives.

We were a small group.

My next post on BoomerPdx takes a look a bigger group. (Hey Kelly)