For a while I knew pizza day was coming. Initially I thought I would be making 30 pizzas. 30 pizzas is a daunting task for most people, however our pizza situation was even more daunting with our tiny ovens.
When the day began approaching I found out I only needed to make about 15 pizzas. Music to my ears, that was.
The pizzas were for the youth at my church. A fellowship activity--just to simply enjoy one another's company. It definitely was joyful.
I created, with a team of my Mongolian friends, a little pizza shop [or factory] in one of the classrooms at my church
When the pizzas were finished we all gathered to watch a wonderful performance of Tektonic--the dance craze of the millennium. If you don't know what that is, you should educate yourself here.
And after we enjoyed our 15 delicious very meat-y [about 3 kilograms of meat] pizzas, we played Honey, if you love, you'll smile. After some hesitation about playing, they realized that it was a ridiculous and fun game that they would very much enjoy. We played for almost an entire hour and might have played even longer if time had permitted.
All in all, it was a good Sunday.