Alison infront of the university entrance
Our plan was to make homemade pizza for tea, and so we stopped at the supermarket to buy flour, yeast, and a few different toppings. Our pizzas started out well, and we had four pizzas ready to go in the oven (mine, Alison's, Becca's and Vivi's- Alison's flatmate). Alison and Vivi are not very kitchen orientated and had never used the oven that they have lived with for three months now, so I switched it onto fan, and put them all in.
When the timer went off after twenty minutes, the cheese had melted but the dough was still doughy, and had barely browned. We left them for another ten minutes, yet there was still no change. This continued for another half hour, until I thought to look at the oven settings. I had put the oven on to cook from below, so I switched it onto cook from above and we sat down again, poured another glass of wine, wondering if it would make a difference. Only Vivi joked lightly about the possibility of all the pizzas being burnt suddenly. We all laughed...preposterous- the oven seemed barely to work. After fifteen minutes I got up, opened the oven, expecting no change and shrieked. Vivi's pizza on the top shelf was charcoal. Fortunately it had protected the other three and they were perfect, so it didn't matter too much, we split three between four, and there was plenty to go around.
One of the nicest things about the year abroad is the opportunity to meet so many different cultures- around the table we had Alison and I from the UK, Becca from Michigan and Vivi from Ecuador. After dinner we put Les Mis on, and were all asleep by the time Anne Hathaway had died.
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