Last night I took a round circular platter shaped object made of dough, or bread. It turned out to be a Boboli shell!

Then I spread the sauce all over it. Then I grated 2 kinds of delicious cheeses and spread the cheddar and mozzarella all over it. I sprinkled it on.

Then I tossed on some pepperoni slices.

Then when the oven had fully preheated itself to 450, I put the pizza on the oven rack. Then, 10 minutes later, I pulled out the hot, sizzling, bubbling pizza out and onto a baking sheet. Then the pizza slid off the baking sheet directly onto the burners in the oven.

I tried frantically to save Mr. Boboli, grabbing spatulas and things to pull it out with. The kitchen and the whole apartment were filling with deep, pungent burning Boboli smoke. I cursed and knew it was hopeless. The pizza was on fire on the bottom of the oven. Smoke was actually billowing. I threw a couple of glasses of water on it.

I stood in the kitchen and slammed the spatula and a fork that I was holding onto the ground. I opened all the windows and called Amici's and ordered a pizza. I had it coming to me.