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Honey, if you love me, you'll smile...

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

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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.

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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.

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All in all, it was a good Sunday.

Comments

  1. Erin21 October, 2010 14:44

    Ah I love all of these pictures!

    Also, why no microwave story? :-)

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