Start with personal pizza crusts.
Spread the sauce. Add meat, cheese and (in my case only) mushrooms to suit your particular taste.
Bake at 400 degrees until the cheese is bubbly. You now have Mixon-style, personal pizzas and a little Friday night fun.
Sarah was expectedly meticulous. The sauce had to be right up to the edge and evenly smooth. The pepperoni was perfectly, pizzaliciously circled around the crust. The mozzarella was lovingly placed at a nearly shred-by-shred pace.
Within five seconds of setting her on the counter, Aubrey picked up her crust, bit a chunk out of it and proclaimed, “YUM!” I showed her we were making pizza, and she proceeded to chunk handfuls of meat onto the crust and repeat, “Pizza!” with each addition. The counter and her leg looked like they were bleeding pizza sauce.
They each had a cooking style distinctly their own. Neither of them cared much about actually eating their pizza, but that’s okay. We had fun. I wouldn’t have either of my girls – or their perfectly personal pizzas – any other way.