Today I had the idea of making a bacon and apple pizza. I have had one before, on my birthday at the Quechee climbing wall, and this time I was going to make it myself.
Have you ever felt like you were in pizza heaven? I have. My happiness started when I drizzled the first few drops of tomato sauce on the thin dough that my Papa rolled out beforehand. I felt even better when I started spreading it around in a circling formation. Making pizza makes me feel so happy. Don’t ask why, its weird, I know, but it just does.
After I finished with the sauce I grabbed some little bacon bits. I spread them randomly around the pizza but I soon ran out of the little bits and had to move on to the apple. I first laid a few of them around the edges and then carefully placed them in a circular arrangement in the middle.
All too soon it had to go into the oven and my happiness lowered a bit, but not for long. My Papa took it out of the oven and placed it in the center of the table. It was still hot after waiting for everybody to come to the table. You could still see a little bit of steam rising above the pizza. We all gobbled it down quickly and it was gone. I thought it tasted unusually good, but could have used a little more bacon.
If you have never made your own pizza before I encourage you to make one. Thanks so much for reading this post. I hope to create another post soon. Happy holidays!
Tips: You can never have enough bacon!