First, you get ready the dough. And then with some flour, you used whatever you can think of (in my case, our drinking bottle) to roll out the dough to a flat piece.
Ok, I’m not strong enough so I need to use my plan B (my papa, whom by the way, prepared the dough the night before and also all the other preparations too – well, I didn’t say I can cook now did I?!)
Once the dough is spread out flat enough, you put the tomato paste.
Ok, I need my papa’s help again to make sure that I’ve added enough paste.
Then you add the cheese, loads and loads of cheese.
Don’t forget to smell your hands, just to make sure you’ve got the right cheese.
And then you add the mushrooms and whatever you want (we made my pizza first so I get to chose!)
And ta dah…. You got the pizza.
Oh, I forgot, you also need to put it in the oven (don’t ask me at what heat and for how long though, my papa did all that)
And once the oven goes ‘ting!’, you will know that your pizza is ready…and this my friends, is my pizza. Mamamia!
