I always say that the art of being a good mother is knowing when to buy a pizza….rather than make!

See that holiday to Rome in February made a huge impression on me, on us and on my desire to make pizza. As soon as we returned, determined to be Mama par excellence, I set about making it. Disaster. Struck. Testimony that  making some things yourself is not the way to go.

Reasons for failure? Numerous. First come home from work when the kids are hungry. Then make a dough from granary flour, let it rise and then roll it out, don’t worry about thick or thin crust. Ladle it with toppings and bake. Look in shock when the pizza exits the oven. Explain to 3 hungry children, a not-so hungry husband and a disappointed Mama herself that dinner will be ehmmm…..fairly late. I mean who wants 3-inch seeded wholemeal crust with tasty toppings? Not to mention lope-sided. No one I think.

The final step: mentally give up on ever making pizza at home! Comfort yourself that this is not a test of motherhood and live…….It’s spring. Let your hair down. Lay that ghost to sleep. Don’t attempt pizza…just yet.

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