When QJ moves – Part 9 – The cat calls dibbs on the baking stone
Yep, so as we were unpacking, there may’ve been a few things that got stacked on the floor, and well, yeah, of course that means that the cats automatically owned them.
Not only did they own them, but they liked to rub it in our faces:
You can’t tell me she’s not showing off, proud of herself for finding such an awesome sleeping spot. Notice that it’s right at the vent, too, in the middle of summer, with the air conditioner no doubt running every so often, turning the pizza stone into a glorious slab of coolness.
Yeah, I might be jealous. Darn cats, sleeping on my food *and* my dishes.
So the Dalai Lama walks into a pizza shop…
Lol! I can’t believe he actually had the guts to tell the Dalai Lama a joke about himself, ha. At least he got a kick out of not understanding it.
How to get large, New York slices, from a small oven
Well now here’s a quirky solution to a problem I didn’t even know existed! It makes total sense now that I see it….it *would* be hard to get large slices out of a small pizza from a tiny oven.
Lo and behold, cut it another way and you still get traditional triangle slices, but not baby 5-6” ones!
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