I can identify with this video on some days…I start out ambitious to pull of something pretty special and joyous that will delight the folks I love…and then it starts to go sideways.
Not that long ago, one of the junior tribe members brought over someone for me to meet…and I wanted it to be nice. I let him put in his order for supper, and he asked for home made pizza…which can actually be fun as we are all bumping into each other in the kitchen grating cheese, and slicing and dicing, and making it yummy.
Things were going along great…we retired to the living room to munch on appetizers (ok, nothing at all fancy, but the thought raises the bar a bit, I think) and we were having a lovely time…until I smelled smoke.
By the time you can smell smoke from another room, you know it can’t be good.
It. wasn’t.
It was a little bit awkward (ok, so actually majorly awkward) to serve smokingly burnt pizza to a new friend I must humbly confess I was endeavoring to ever-so-casually seek to impress–in an understated way.
Burning the pizza was a a little more understated than I’d planned.
I thought about crying for a bit, and realized that wouldn’t help. I sliced up some more of that appetizer bread, hoped the salad would fill people up, and knew I had killer chocolate sauce for the ice cream for dessert.
We would have lots of room for dessert.
This video reminded me of that Ode to Joy evening.
I have heard my junior tribe member tell that story several times. I have heard other mothers tell this story. I have been chided by friends of the junior tribe member. The burnt pizza has become epic…and it is always told with great humour. I think it’s actually taking on a life of its own, and the story may be evolving into something better as stories that become good often do.
This story is becoming something good. The burnt pizza has likely brought more joy to more people than a delicious supper ever would have.
Isn’t life often like that?
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