We made the obligatory Starbuck's run just before they closed at 10:00 pm to ensure adequate caffeination. We came home and chatted and laughed until around 2:30 a.m. Since her daughter was spending the night at a friend's house, my friend was able to sleep in awhile. I, on the other hand, wasn't able to sleep in much. Therefore, I got to function in sleep deprivation mode (SDM) the next day.
For dinner, I baked two pizzas that would require little to no brain abilities on my part - frozen, out of the box, Freschetta brick oven, pepperoni. The first one? Went great, baked just the right amount of time, removed from the oven, cut up, and eaten heartily by three hungry teenage boys.
Popped in the second pizza.
Set the timer (amazing I actually remembered this step).
Check the pizza. Hmmm, it was kind of pale.
Put it back, checked a few minutes later. Still pale.
Put it back, checked it a minute or two later. Still pale.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
I mean, put it back, check on it, still pale.
Step back.
400 degrees? Check.
Oven warm/hot? Check.
Hmmm.
We replaced the element not that long ago and it's been working gloriously, so why on earth is the second pizza not cooking?
Oh.
I guess that when I took the first pizza out, I turned the oven off (it has the two-knob deal: one for temperature and one to turn it on and off). Sigh.
Turned the oven back on and finished the second pizza. The 12 minute baking time ended up being around, oh I don't know, probably 20 or 30. The pizza was done, but the crust was a little on the tough side. I wouldn't recommend baking pizza in this manner. Of course, if you aren't suffering from SDM, you probably wouldn't have that problem.
I hadn't even gotten a bagel out of the bag.
So then.
Time to get some sleep.