Shane was planning make pizza last night but the yeast was bad and the dough didn’t rise. He cooked a pie with the bad dough anyhow. It’s true, the dough wasn’t right, it was thin, but too crispy. Shane would only let me serve the pizza with the disclaimer that it was terrible, crappy pizza. Everyone thoroughly enjoyed their terrible, crappy pizza, while Shane cooked up some pasta. We had the tomato sauce over pasta, and the pizza toppings on the side. It was just fine, good even.