I have been nominated for a tag, well actually that was ages ago but I am finally getting around to doing it now. So thank you Katie for the tag. There almost always seem to be rules with these tags, so here are the ones that go with this one. 

Note: food does not generally inspire me with awe.... but it is the name of the tag so I shall leave it alone.

It seems that all I have to do is cook pizzas and something interesting will happen, even if it is a broken knife, but speaking of knives brought up some interesting conversations. Back to the beginning though. I made pizzas and the boys decided they wanted theirs cut up. While attempting to cut up one of my brothers pieces, we heard a huge crack and part of the knife fell onto the table and the other crashed into the plate. It broke. Though it is a little hard to see there is metal all down the knife with a plastic cover so the metal had snapped. 

The set of cutlery that knife comes from is getting old and bits of the plastic have being falling off into peoples food recently, which is amusing if it is not you who it happens to. I would not suggest eating plastic.... it has no nutritional value and can't be digested.

Talking of knives though.... It turned out that daddy had found  a whole bin full of knives on a property that the mine nearby had bought out. (I was not there and so I may exaggerate... and make up stuff, because I can). 

We found the weaponry of an assassin who killed the lady who used to live in the house. The mine really does go to extreme measures to get what it wants. Now daddy's finger prints are on the bin and it can be plainly seen that someone moved it, the assassins may realize we have found their stash. We are in danger. They might kill us. We might all  die. Though I think it shall be a bit harder to get all of us at the same time since there are more of us.

This find could be just the excuse the mine needs to exterminate us. Why should we bother them? Because we do, we are known for complaining of the noise all their machines make at night and all through the day and especially on otherwise beautiful mornings. They don't like complaints, the only thing they do about them is offer to buy you out. Of course if they can't do that they must silence you some other way. 

I should really stop....really and that was not entirely true (exaggerate a lot.... a lot) but it could be....maybe... ok whatever.

So our dinnertime talking was quite interesting last night.... and Jane did not quite eat an entire pizza, and there were some leftovers... hmm I'm hungry.

the toothpicks are so we remember which side the olives are on,
 only Daddy likes olives. 

 I don’t want to eat two! I only want to eat one. 

Ok actually I only ate half of one, it was my little sister Jane who ate the whole pizza.  We were having pizza because my science said I had to make some, because pizzas (cut ones) have two equal sides (except for when they are cut wonky) like isosceles triangles, and the ‘isos’ in the isosceles triangles is the same as the ‘isos’ in isotopes. Rather un related but a good excuse for pizza. So I made pizzas for tea tonight. Four pizzas which our family of seven didn’t quite finish, even though Jane ate eight pieces! (one pizza) Another interesting thing about two of the pizzas was that the pizzas were two high so when I put them in the oven the cheese stuck to the tray above and sort of stayed there when the rest of the pizza got smaller. Since we can’ just eat any meat I cooked up some mince with taco sauce and stuff and used that to put on the pizzas along with pineapple, tomato paste, sundried tomatoes, cheese, olives, mushrooms and capsicum although not all the pizzas contained everything.  They were really nice thought! Well at least the ones I ate pieces from were.