Pizza, Pizza
some salt Mixed into the dough already, he ponder pepper or not thinning the spices he drop them on the Mortar and pestle, "Grind it into a fine powder just like sugar."
He starts slamming down the stave onto it. "Don't be so brutal with it you want to mash it up without hitting it too hard. it fragile just like ceramic."
that a relative lie, he starts to stir and mesh up the ingredient, grinding just the parsley down into a fine powder, to be mixed with the others later.
After finishing the parsley, he works on the Red pepper flakes, Christoper rapidly cutting through the Pepperoni relatively quickly, he slides it off to the side.
rolling his shoulder, he pulls out a device needing a ton of cheese he take out a large bowl, the device capable of holding a cheese Grater, an opposite arm to it he Put a cheese block on it, the arm grapples it, pulling it down the grated edge, wheel along the grapple that push out the cheese block until it can no longer be granted.
It moves rapidly to grate the cheese block, putting a second one in behind it, the grating continues. turning away from it, he pulls the cooking sheet from the only normal oven.
A last-minute adjustment to make sure the bacon would be done. Cutting it into bacon bits, he gazes at the greater Arkacious still grinding but paying more mind to the automatic cheese grater.
He smiles, taking the two bits of cheese dropped because they were small to be granted, he hand them over to Arkacious. "Really, dad!" Christopher pats his head. "You little Cheese tiger."
He giggles, Aika smiling entice by the calm collective demeanor of Christopher and the fun loving expression, Arkacious smiling but never quite in the same manner without his dad around.
He gazes at the element burner, "hmm the sausage is done." he moves over to it, the base of the sauce needing its spices before it can be made.
Mushroom cut into thin strips similar to the sausage, he smiles journal, not forgetting the basil. "Those are the Leaves Italian use." Arkacious says.
His eyes shimming with curiosity. "hmm yes, if I'm not mistaken, it's called basil. Typical. they make a pizza call Margarita pizza that represents the color of their flag"
Arkacious glances "is that what those tomatoes are for but we're not using that white cheese of theirs." Christopher sighs "yes I know I'm using Cheddar I wasn't intending to use so many of their ingredients but I wanted you to have some more to do."
he pats Arkacious head, "How about you go get Mom and tell her to help with cutting the Tomatoes," Aika, in a hazy state, For some reason Christopher even more attractive, working like this instead of in action.
The hazy voice breaking through "Mom, Mom, Mom!" she snaps out of it "Aaah, what is dear?" Arkacious gaze "dad told me to get you to help with cutting the tomatoes."
Christopher grinning at her, barely holding in his snicker as he stops the automatic orator, the dough having raise plenty, As he Start to expand it.
tossing it skillfully as it widens and widens flour on the countertop, the Pizza crust slapping against it, carefully, spreading it out the 16 pizza's split into 8, each One going to be stuffed crust and the other split to 4 half of those going to be puffy and soft well the remaining four are normal crust.
the sauce being made by his hands, as the tomatoes are cut into 2 then 4 thin strips, each of the thin semicircle's he spreads the sauce across the Pizza.
Slowly wanning it out like a blooming tornado, before enclosing each of the gaps, spreading cheese to every corner of it, he folds the crust over a large some of the cheese for 8 of the pizza, sealing those off by binding the dough.
The other 8 split to 4 each as he puffs out the crust of 4 of them, making it somewhat floaty and smoothing the others, creating the 16 pizza's.
All the toppings finished as he starts to spread the sausage circles around it thin themself about 2 cm in thickness, Pepperoni over that as he dresses it with the other ingredients.
Arkacious within Aika's arm rather tired, "Wow, that dad's pizza?" He laughs. "haha, of course it's my pizza." Arkacious drooling, "you can't eat the pizza yet Art."
"Art come on Dad I don't want to be called art!" He stare "oh really Case." even Aika slightly snickers at that, "alright how's about we stay with buddy than."
He moves the Pizza with elegant care. "Do we have no stone baking?" Arkacious asks Aika. she bops his nose "of course your father does but he'd rather leave it to the specialized oven he made to convect steam you'll understand when it's done."
Christopher stretches "Why did he move to carefully when placing the leaves on it, mom?" She snickers "Well, because leaves are light, and easily float off if treated carelessly."
Arkacious eyes widen, idolizing such elegance, "Did you enjoy cooking with dad?" Arkacious responds though tired "Of course Dad's always busy with work but he's so much fun when he's not."
Aika nods at his response. Prideful in her choice as she puffs out, "oh stop that darling." Christopher says "you almost made me blush." he breaks into a hearty Laugh.
A peek to the lips surprising Aika "Ewwwww Mom, DAD!" Christopher mischievously snickers Aika giggling to tears as she brushes them away.
Arkacious mewls, tiredly. "seems our little boy battery just died." Christopher nods, pushing one of the thicker cuts of sausage into her mouth. She gulps it down. ",Mmm I wonder how it will taste on the pizza."
He shrug "Not sure you did Love it quite a lot." Aika breaks into a blush, lightly shuddering. "You walked right into that one." She scoffs "Baka."
A toothy grin Cross his face. "Huh, you can't complain you held me in not the other way around." She gazes down. "Stop it." grabbing Arkacious from her.
The boy snoozing on his shoulder. "Let's get him to his room." Aika sighs Christopher disappearing, as she sits down smiling, "makes me want one."
Aria says across from her, "Didn't he?" she shakes her head. "Wasn't my time. I guess nothing come of it." Aika breaks an evil grin herself. "You'll just have to try again. As he said, we're the one who holds him in."
Aria highly giggles, "Of course you fail once you try again he love it too much.' Aria lightly shiver a mix of pain and absolute euphoria, "you just love getting thrown around and you know it."
She scoff "you're one to talk. Always. Control your fate to spend the most time. Save some for the rest of us, you know." Aika gazes away as if she doesn't make sure it always falls to the most time with him.