Friday night pizza used to involve a phone call and a 20. Now it involves some fresh dough, an oven and 3 pairs of hands. We have a system that means perfect pizza in less time than it takes the delivery guy to arrive. I make up the dough at 5:30 and leave it for the rise. P and C come home in time for P to put the kids to bed while C and I prepare the dough for the second rise and organize the toppings. After the second rise, C and I stretch out the bases, an art that we are getting better (and more competitive) at. P is in charge of toppings, C and I then help with topping once all 4 bases are sorted. 8 minutes in the oven and voila! We all sit around stuffing our faces and commenting how good we are at making pizza.