I doubt if I'll stay a Pampered Chef virgin my whole life though.
All it takes is the arrival of a pizza stone.
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I doubt if I'll stay a Pampered Chef virgin my whole life though.
All it takes is the arrival of a pizza stone.
All it takes is the arrival of a pizza stone.
See above. I don't trust Christopher with the pizza stone. Although my sister has one and I covet it greatly.
I hid mine in the stove. Joe never looked there.
All it takes is the arrival of a pizza stone.
So very, very true. I understand the soap thing, though. I told Emily to just leave the stones for me when she does dishes. Finally she asked why, and she's really good with them now. But, mostly, she leaves them for me.
I really like my pizza pan with the perforated bottom. It makes for a good crisp on the outside, soft on the inside crust.
Of course, it's not like I ever do dishes, so it wasn't too big a deal. Not to mention, those things are heavy. Washing them is hard work!
Holy Hannah. I just got an invitation to a wedding September 17. Argh.
September 17.
That's the bestest day evah.
Hmm. How do I figure out if this is an unvitation, or just a lack of organization/oversight?
What's September 17?
What does soap do to stoneware?