Baking a pepperoni pizza

Finally after 62 pizzas, she finally declared I had the perfect pizza, and I was able to quit being in that heated kitchen

My mom from a young age has had a weird obsession with making me master things. That wouldn’t be weird if it wasn’t that she wants me to be good at even the weirdest things. She’s had me do calligraphy, grape smashing with my feet, and make original hot sauces to perfection. Now she’s having an obsession with getting me to bake the perfect pizza. I have already baked 28 pepperoni pizzas, and she is still not satisfied. I am really hating pizza at this point, but she won’t let me quit! Each pizza is either too dark, too light, too much cheese or other really minor things. On the bright side, all pizzas are donated to the homeless shelter. Every morning at 6:00 am she gets me up to start the pizza baking. I bake almost all the way til afternoon before I am given a break. Being in the kitchen has been awful for me. After baking for so long, the air becomes hot and heavy. It literally feels like having your furnace all the way up, except worse. Outside feels better than that kitchen. Every time I am done baking I sit next to the air conditioning system just to cool off, or sometimes go to the pool. Finally after 62 pizzas, she finally declared I had the perfect pizza, and I was able to quit being in that heated kitchen. I still for the next week afterwards, stayed next to my a/c unit. It makes me more thankful for my HVAC unit, that’s for sure. Hopefully the next thing she wants me to learn is HVAC related, something useful.

 

Heating technician

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