On one of the (now numerous) days when Sage’s school was cancelled because of snow and/or frigid temperatures, he discovered his inner Pizza Chef.
I’d tried a new recipe for flatbread a few days before, and he’d been quick to notice that the bread would make an excellent pizza crust. So, holed up in the house together, we used the ingredients we had on hand to make our first homemade pizza.
Sage took his role as Pizza Chef very seriously.
We’ve since made three more pizzas and enjoyed every one of them. All I can say is, if he becomes a wealthy Pizza Mogul, he’d better put me in a really good nursing home. After all, I DID make the bread!