It may not sound like much, but I just loved pizza nights in our house. Mom would get everything ready and then we'd all take our places in the kitchen. We'd each sprinkle our own toppings on the fresh squishy dough that she had put out for us. We'd talk about our days and laugh together while the fresh of the dough rising in the oven filled the air with a glorious aroma. Then we'd all sit around the big table and sit there waiting for the steam to clear on our hot fresh pizzas. Yum!