Two weeks ago, I decided to make pizza for dinner (Boboli pizza crusts were buy one get one at the local market). I realize a Boboli crust hardly qualifies as "making" pizza, but I did make my own pizza sauce. My sauce recipe made enough for two pizzas, so rather than halve the recipe, I decided to be my own friend and freeze half of the sauce with the extra Boboli crust. They would come in handy on a busy day.
Last week, I was grateful for my foresight. Wednesday proved to be a busy day, and my frozen pizza and sauce served me well. The only thing, is that while I had defrosted the sauce, it didn't completely warm up while baking, so it wasn't as hot a pizza as we prefer. No biggie. I put it back in the oven to keep it warm so second helpings would be just right. I patted myself on the back for looking out for myself and making my life a little bit easier (which I rarely do).
Monday, as I was making dinner you can imagine my surprise when I opened the oven door to insert my dish, and found my pan of pizza sitting on the rack all heated up and ready to go! It seems I had completely forgotten our pizza "warming" in the oven, and there it had sat for 5 days. After pondering over exactly how sick it would make me if I ate it, I reluctantly threw the four slices of pizza away.
I was bummed that the results of my rare foresight were thrown in the garbage, but I still think I get an "A" for effort.