Pizza right out of the oven I went to the grocery store to buy some, well, groceries. I came across something that looked pretty good. It was this fresh unbaked pizza. It was cheaper then those already made frozen ones and it must taste better because it's made daily and it's fresh. Plus, it says 15 min to cook, much quicker to just throw it an oven than a carry-out-pizza.
I swear to you, I think the guy that makes the pizza at 'Krusty's Krust Italian Pizza' that has the thick Italian accent, is not even Italian, I would bet he was born and raised in Somerville. Not sure why I needed to mention that, but I just felt the need to.
Anyway, So when I got home, I went to the kitchen and decided I was in the mood for some,you guessed it, pizza. Yummy..
Just as I was taking the plastic off, Brian, my roommate came in.
“which ya doin?”
“I'm making dinner. You want some some?”
“yea”
So, as I sat there waiting for the buzzer to go off to let me know it was time to put the pizza in, I read the big block letters that said 'EXTRA LARGE'.
hmmmm...they weren't kidding, it is kinda a pretty big pizza.
The directions says to put the pizza right on the oven rack. So I opened the oven door.
“Brain, What the hell, you never cleaned the cheese and crap from the oven when you cooked last time.” He is so disgusting.
“oh, yea, I was in a rush. It's cool”
Everything is always 'cool' with Brian. Oh well, I'll just stick it on the rack like the directions say, I don't want to take any chances. This pizza is looking good.
I noticed that the pizza was pretty flimsy, just like real pizza. I guess that's what they mean when they say fresh.
So I took the cardboard off and started to put it in the top rack of the oven, the sides kept flopping down and then the cheese started falling to the bottom of the oven. I quickly ran and got a dishcloth to wipe it up, but I guess, once that cheese hits the hot oven it was there to stay. It bubbled, melted and then started to burn.
Oh crap, what do I do now?
The oven is already a mess, thanks to Brian, so I decided to just let the pizza bake. There really wasn't much I could do, plus It only takes 15 minutes to cook. I'll just shut the oven door and keep the smoke and smell inside the oven.
OH, just in case anyone was wondering, ovens are not air tight. The smoke started pouring out of the oven and the whole kitchen started to fill up with smoke..
"Dude, What are you doing?" Brian asked.
"I don't know, the cheese melted in the oven and made a huge mess and now it caught fire and its smoking!".
Of coursed I blamed Brian for it, if he only cleaned the oven. Then it dawned on me.
"OMG, THE FIRE ALARM" I take the dish rag and wave it up by the fire alarm to prevent it for going off. The smoke just kept pouring out.
"Hey Brian, open the outside door before the smoke alarm goes off. And lock the cat and dog in the bedroom before they run outside." I just continue waving the dish rag.
Brian put the animals in the bedroom and then opened the door, but that didn't do much good because all of a sudden, the smoke alarm went off.
God I hate that noise. It is so loud and piercing.
“JAY, SHUT THE DAMN THING OFF”
"I CANT REMEMBER THE CODE? WHATS THE CODE"
Apparently you need a code to shut the stupid thing off, the landlord liked to keep all his 'tenants safe' .
I liked the fire alarms I had in my last apartment, they were battery operated and we just took out the battery and that was that. I know, I know, shut up.
Then we hear this weird voice. “What's your emergency?" The security voice chimes in.
"NO EMERGENCY, I JUST CANT REMEMBER THE CODE."
We started to punch in every code that we thought of when we moved in. the phone number, license plate, email password, my mother's maiden name, my first dogs name, my childhood friend......nothing, nothing worked.
"WHATS THE CODE?" I yelled at the security operator.
"We don't store your code sir, only the homeowner knows."
Oh, great, the alarm continued to blast.
“Jay, what do we do now, Do we have to listen to this all night, I wont get any sleep. What if we can never shut it off, we will have to listen to it forever.”
“Brian, chill out. We wont have to listen to this forever. Worse scenario we will just move out and leave the alarm going. Just shut up and let me think”
Finally, in a brilliant flash I remembered the code.
"Try this!" I said, yelling the code out.
'YEA, IT WORKED!!!!!!!!!!!” Brian yelled. Silence, finally. There was peace through out the land. We called the landlord and told him we were all set.
Then Brian asks "hey Jay, so, whats for dinner?”
“Pizza, it's fresh, just take a knife and scrap off the burn parts, oh, you might want to put a little cheese on it, it tastes better with cheese.”
I swear to you, I think the guy that makes the pizza at 'Krusty's Krust Italian Pizza' that has the thick Italian accent, is not even Italian, I would bet he was born and raised in Somerville. Not sure why I needed to mention that, but I just felt the need to.
Anyway, So when I got home, I went to the kitchen and decided I was in the mood for some,you guessed it, pizza. Yummy..
Just as I was taking the plastic off, Brian, my roommate came in.
“which ya doin?”
“I'm making dinner. You want some some?”
“yea”
So, as I sat there waiting for the buzzer to go off to let me know it was time to put the pizza in, I read the big block letters that said 'EXTRA LARGE'.
hmmmm...they weren't kidding, it is kinda a pretty big pizza.
The directions says to put the pizza right on the oven rack. So I opened the oven door.
“Brain, What the hell, you never cleaned the cheese and crap from the oven when you cooked last time.” He is so disgusting.
“oh, yea, I was in a rush. It's cool”
Everything is always 'cool' with Brian. Oh well, I'll just stick it on the rack like the directions say, I don't want to take any chances. This pizza is looking good.
I noticed that the pizza was pretty flimsy, just like real pizza. I guess that's what they mean when they say fresh.
So I took the cardboard off and started to put it in the top rack of the oven, the sides kept flopping down and then the cheese started falling to the bottom of the oven. I quickly ran and got a dishcloth to wipe it up, but I guess, once that cheese hits the hot oven it was there to stay. It bubbled, melted and then started to burn.
Oh crap, what do I do now?
The oven is already a mess, thanks to Brian, so I decided to just let the pizza bake. There really wasn't much I could do, plus It only takes 15 minutes to cook. I'll just shut the oven door and keep the smoke and smell inside the oven.
OH, just in case anyone was wondering, ovens are not air tight. The smoke started pouring out of the oven and the whole kitchen started to fill up with smoke..
"Dude, What are you doing?" Brian asked.
"I don't know, the cheese melted in the oven and made a huge mess and now it caught fire and its smoking!".
Of coursed I blamed Brian for it, if he only cleaned the oven. Then it dawned on me.
"OMG, THE FIRE ALARM" I take the dish rag and wave it up by the fire alarm to prevent it for going off. The smoke just kept pouring out.
"Hey Brian, open the outside door before the smoke alarm goes off. And lock the cat and dog in the bedroom before they run outside." I just continue waving the dish rag.
Brian put the animals in the bedroom and then opened the door, but that didn't do much good because all of a sudden, the smoke alarm went off.
God I hate that noise. It is so loud and piercing.
“JAY, SHUT THE DAMN THING OFF”
"I CANT REMEMBER THE CODE? WHATS THE CODE"
Apparently you need a code to shut the stupid thing off, the landlord liked to keep all his 'tenants safe' .
I liked the fire alarms I had in my last apartment, they were battery operated and we just took out the battery and that was that. I know, I know, shut up.
Then we hear this weird voice. “What's your emergency?" The security voice chimes in.
"NO EMERGENCY, I JUST CANT REMEMBER THE CODE."
We started to punch in every code that we thought of when we moved in. the phone number, license plate, email password, my mother's maiden name, my first dogs name, my childhood friend......nothing, nothing worked.
"WHATS THE CODE?" I yelled at the security operator.
"We don't store your code sir, only the homeowner knows."
Oh, great, the alarm continued to blast.
“Jay, what do we do now, Do we have to listen to this all night, I wont get any sleep. What if we can never shut it off, we will have to listen to it forever.”
“Brian, chill out. We wont have to listen to this forever. Worse scenario we will just move out and leave the alarm going. Just shut up and let me think”
Finally, in a brilliant flash I remembered the code.
"Try this!" I said, yelling the code out.
'YEA, IT WORKED!!!!!!!!!!!” Brian yelled. Silence, finally. There was peace through out the land. We called the landlord and told him we were all set.
Then Brian asks "hey Jay, so, whats for dinner?”
“Pizza, it's fresh, just take a knife and scrap off the burn parts, oh, you might want to put a little cheese on it, it tastes better with cheese.”