There was a bit of a kerfuffle at our place last week and it centered around a family sized pizza... well there was a few of them actually.
My 'L' plater dined out with friends to celebrate her 17th birthday and it turns out teenage stomachs aren't bottomless after all.
We vastly over-ordered the largest possible sized pizza at the restaurant then filled up precious space with Chocolate Fudge Cake topped with whipped cream and fresh berries.
The end result was an extensive array of delicious excess pizza boxed-up in my refrigerator.
Excellent, I thought. Busy week, dinner done, even school lunches done for that matter.
Heck, these pizzas included every food group anyway, so I knew they were nutritious. There was your standard array of different meats, cured, ground, and sliced, dairy to die for, including fabulous feta, vegetables in all shapes and sizes like cubes of roast pumpkin, and even fruit; yes, I'm pretty sure tomatoes are still classified as fruit and pineapple definitely is! Are olives a fruit?
Who cares, they taste great and look terrific on top of that disc of cereal based dough.
So, it's a dream come true right? Lovely party, less work required in the kitchen from me for a couple of days, happy hungry teenagers. Of course not!
It took all of two evenings stuffing our faces with pizza for the novelty to completely wear off.
By the third night mutiny had erupted and fresh food was being produced by the teens themselves.
Seems as though they do know how to smash out the avocado on sourdough and produce pasta stirred though sauce... interesting.
Maybe this week I'll over order a different fast food and see what else they are forced to roll-out from their repertoires when they just want the take-away to be taken away.
It's a tough one though, kids cooking in your kitchen is an important skills session but a torturous clean-up task. Double edged sword.
Bounding into the car with her sealed cooking container the day after the mutiny, and giving me the heads up that she wouldn't need to eat for hours because she'd made something spectacular during Café Foods, I had to ask my fourteen-year-old to repeat herself when she explained that she had produced...pizza.