Nisse: Nothing is easier than heating freezing pizza?

I never had to worry about food as a kid. Mom was home and stopped in me as much as I could ever need; cooked food at regular times and whatever at the smallest beep in addition.

But maybe not cookies. Usually not.

However, I and a neighboring boy realized that if we said we would have a picnic we could bring a splash of juice and some cookies. It went a few times. Then we trotted up in the forest edge, just out of sight, and pushed everything into us in an instant.

Press me all I also needed to do at the dinner table. Everything edible on the plate, that is. It was usually no problem, but all food was not as good and sometimes I was sitting with a portion that just grew the more I tried to chew it in.

As a rule, some fish that has been cooked so long that it has become mute, or maybe some meat with bones and various difficult constituents. It felt like hours when I sat there alone in the kitchen. The time will never be so slow.

Then everything changed the other way, Dad moved out and Mom started working in the days. Snack after school we had to fix ourselves. Sometime more than that.

Neither I nor my brother had the slightest idea of ​​how to cook, but in the stores there were industrial packed ready -made food and it was just to heat.

Especially appreciated was The little freezer. Thicker in the bottom than regular pizzas, hardly larger than a seventy single and with sparse filling. But a true party to have – actually more appreciated than almost all mom’s homemade home cooking, because so unfair is often the taste of children.

Much like the neighbors’ cheap mixed juice from the store was a bigger delicacy than our homemade juice on homemade berries, which tasted everyday life.

Well, heating these plastic packed pizzas was no problem. A small instruction stood on the outside, just wait until the oven reaches the right temperature and then in with the pizza.

It was wrong anyway. Soon it started to poisonous throughout the kitchen and my brother had to pull out the already burnt package in half panic. And then explain to me that the pizza must be removed from its plastic packaging before it was stuffed into the oven.

Since then I have become a little more experienced in the kitchen, but everyone has to start somewhere.

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