Last night I organized a pizza making party for 15 teenagers at my church building.
I thought it would be easy because I picked up pre-made dough and pizza sauce from whole foods and had a mountain of pre-shredded cheese.
I thought the fact that there were two ovens and pizza stones at 500 degrees would make the whole activity seamless.
About 10 minutes into the event I realized this was NOT going to be easy.
Cheese was flying everywhere.
There was so much cornmeal on the ground I kept slipping and sliding while holding piping hot pans.
The pizza makers didn't know how to stretch, or roll out dough. They got crazy with the toppings so they looked more like towers of pepperoni than nice flat food.
After about 47 minutes of furiously slinging a jillion small pizzas into and out of the oven one of my favorite little 12 year old girls came over, gave me a hug and said, "Katie....you look really tired"
At which point I wanted to melt into a puddle, cry and say, "yes, yes, I'm EXHAUSTED!"
But instead I just turned around and pulled 3 more almost fully cooked sauce covered dough balls from the oven.
It's official....I would never make a good Pizza Hut employee. There goes that dream....