That’s Amore

   
Our bunch had a great time several weeks ago when we came together for a Pizza Party. 

I’m talking home made dough, fresh ingredients, build your own type pizzas. 

The kids really got into the act of rolling out the dough and deciding which toppings were appropriate and which were not.  We did insist on one adult pizza, complete with onions, green peppers and mushrooms. 

With our tummies already yelling STOP!, we dug into whipped cream topped pumpkin and warm apple pie with vanilla ice cream.  Oh my gosh.  Does it getting any better than that?
Of course it gets better than that.  A few stretched out on the floor and couch for a nap.  I won’t post those pictures.  You’re welcome.

The rest got caught up in a rousing game of Apples to Apples.
Jim took so many pictures and as I looked through them, a song kept going through my head.  So, I will leave you with my version of “That’s Amore”.   (Forgive me Frank Sinatra and composer, Harry Warren.)  Just hum along as you read the titles under each photo.

When the family arrives to make pizza pie,
That's amore;

When the smiles are so wide as secret cards slide,
That's a - more.


Ingredients will swirl, flippy slip-a-tip-a-twirl, slip-a-a-twirl
And you'll sing "Vita bella."

Hearts'll play tippi-tippi-tay, tippi-tippi-tay
Like a gay tarantella.

When the old and the young come together as one
That's amore;

Here it is the clue, whatcha gonna do?

Family is love;

When you talk and scheme and you know you're living a dream, signore,


'Scusa me, but you see, back in old Mizouri, that's
amore.