Homemade Pizzas & Weekend Happenings

Saturday, October 29, 2005

(8:41am) Friday night had been spent at the Silverspoons. And while the boys banged around on banjo, guitar, bass, and violins, Denae and Collette made homemade pizzas. It was Mrs. Hobcoggin’s recipe and was prepared with flour, salt, sugar, oil, hot water, and yeast, and rolled out on cornmeal. For toppings, Collette used mozzarella, cheddar, provolone, and pepperoni on hers and Denae added Parmesan and Italian sausage and other such things. They were good pizzas. Along with a quick pitcher of lemonade and a salad thrown together, they were set for the movie night and enjoyed ice cream for dessert.

And as for Saturday, OLeif spent ten hours working at Stallone’s once again, destroying the veritable mountain of viruses on their five computers. Meanwhile, Carrie hashed through about five or six final papers for classes, with Collette to check. For Carrie having received not a wink of sleep Friday night in order to complete her third semester, she really was pleasant, especially when one considered her subject matter of terrorism – biohazard, nuclear, virus, etc.

Meanwhile, Dad and Joe had returned from Kansas City. By the time OLeif had dropped off Collette at 9:45 Saturday morning, Dad was gone delivering some of Uncle Roger’s furniture to Uncle Hilario and Aunt Corliss in New Town, Joe was at work for eight hours, Mom had Frances at an excellent all-day Scouting event for “God and Country,” and the girls hung around the house watching more “Tales from Avonlea” while Carrie banged away at the computer and Linnea made a tent of blankets, benches, and the piano while Rose beaded two new beautiful bracelets to wear to the coffee house that night. Collette even fell asleep on the couch in the afternoon, somewhere between proofing Carrie’s paper on agricultural terrorism and her paper on viruses.

And in the evening, Mom and Collette enjoyed a few minutes to talk together on the swing out back until Dad came out and whipped Frances’ handgun out of his back pocket. Dad liked to practice how quickly he could maneuver weaponry. And he and Frances practiced together later in the living room while pizza was laid out on the kitchen counter.