Penza Pizza

Mama and I made pizza! Dad crashed our pizza making party for a little while, but then quickly left. He didn't want no stinkin' pizza. Oh well. It was pretty good.

Mom insisted on putting weird spices in our tomato sauce. It was funny. I would see her get out a packet and sprinkle some stuff in as she was stirring it. It would go something like this:

me: What is that you're putting in?

mama: It's [insert Russian name for a spice].

me: Oh, OK.

*wait a minute, I don't know the names of spices in Russian*

me: Let me smell it.

mama: Here.

me: Eww! You just put nutmeg and cinnamon in there!

It surprisingly turned out well.