Pizza can be a very delicious meal. However, it is usually made best by those with experience.
Traci was a single woman who longed and wished for a husband. So,
a lot of her time was spent devoted to preparing for her future lifelong love. She did everything she thought a future wife should do. She practiced cooking, cleaning and sewing just to name a few. One of her main desires was to be able to cook everything from scratch. She knew that if she was able to do this, she would definitely be able to find someone who would want her.
So, one day while she was over at her best friend's house, they decided to order pizza. While they were eating a thought came to her mind.
"You know what Leslie," she said. "I think this would be much better if we made our own pizza from scratch."
"I don't know about that Traci," said Leslie. "I really don't have the time or the patience for that type of work."
Traci smiled.
"Well, Leslie I guess you're not serious about getting married," she said. "As soon as I get home, I'm going to start working on making pizza by hand. I know my future husband will love it."
She went home to research and look for the ingredients that she would need. Then she hurried to the store to pick up all of the necessary items. When she finally got back home she began her endeavor. However, it seemed that nothing was going the way it should. The dough would come out too thick or too thin. The cheese would melt too much or too little and it seemed as if she put too much seasoning.
"This is getting absolutely ridiculous," she said. "I think this recipe that I found is not doing the job. I need to find another one."
Traci cleaned up the kitchen, went to bed and vowed to start her cooking journey once again the next day. When she got up, she went straight to the computer to do more research. She found another recipe that included several ingredients that seemed to be slightly different from the previous recipe she found.
"I think this may be it," she said. "It's not exactly the same as the last one."
She printed out the list of ingredients and headed back to the grocery store. When she got home, she started the process over again. Everything seemed to be going well. About an hour later, it was finally time for her to take the pizza out of the oven. After a few moments she plopped down on her sofa and began to take a bite of one of the slices.
"This is horrible," she exclaimed.
She rushed to throw the food away and sat back down on her sofa completely disappointed.
"I give up," she said. "My husband will just have to be happy with pizza from a professional."
