This is what our oven looks like after spending forever at the store and making everything from scratch to create the perfect homemade pizza and then waiting for it to cook and then finally dropping it yummy side down on the oven door. I was very upset to say the least. It was about 9:30pm and I hadn't eaten dinner yet. Beau could hear me cussing at it from upstairs as he put Tatum down for bed.
Since my oven was nasty I decided to use the bbq. Success! I recommend fresh basil and tomatoes to anyone making their own pizza...it makes all the difference.
So we picked our watermelon early and it was a flop so when Beau brought in this tiny little cantaloupe my expectations were the same. No flop. Delicious!
Beau was happy to be right. I had no faith in the little thing.