Hawaiian Pizza

Peter Edwards
Sep 8, 2018 · 1 min read

“Smoke!” cried Sally.

“Quick,” shouted Lily, “it’s coming from the oven.”

Lily and Sally dashed across the room, yanked the oven door open, and pulled out the trays from inside.

“Ham and pineapple pizza ma’am,” said Sally. “Not only was she illegally cooking Hawaiian pizzas in her breakfast bar, but the oven was on far too hot.”

“She should have known,” replied Lily, “you need to cook them at aloha temperature.”

Peter Edwards

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