“I want to make pizza this weekend,” Mr. P declared out of the blue one day.
“With what?” I asked.
“With the Cockroach!”
Our dear friend, ZL, had given us a convection oven two years ago, which we nicknamed “Cockroach” because the red lid looks like a smiling cockroach with its arching handle and two big knobs. We never really thought of using it to cook pizza until Mr. P was struck by this latest bout of culinary inspiration.
