I was holding on to the hope that maybe my oven overseas will be big enough to fit the pan. I guess I have to keep dreaming. Yet I am not emotionally ready to give up the pan.
Here is probably my last homemade pizza in the states. In the morning, I made the dough, sausage, and sauce. To prepare for the dinner, I made the Lau's be my servants. Charis and Alvin rolled and filled the pizza. I had Sam make the salad. I made the dressing as well as being in charge of walking around the apartment bossing them around. They called me "tyrant." I know I can kind of be picky when I am cooking.

Now here is the product before it cooks:

There is not a picture of the finished product. We ate it too fast that we forgot to take a picture.
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