La pizza del venerdì

The Friday evening, the my family makes the pizza at home. It is a tradition of all the weeks. My father prepares the dough the morning early. The flour, the water, the salt and the yeast are already on the table of the kitchen. My mother says always that the pizza made at home is the most good of the world.

Around the seven, I help to roll out the dough on the table. The my hands are full of flour white. My sister laughs and puts a bit of flour on my nose. The oven is already very hot. My father prepares the sauce of tomato with a bit of oil, of salt and of basil fresh.

Everyone in the family makes the their pizza. I put always the mozzarella and the basil. My sister wants only the tomato, nothing else. My father loves the olives black and my mother prefers the mushrooms and the onion. The pizzas cook in the oven for ten minutes. The kitchen has a good smell of bread warm.

We eat all together in the kitchen. The pizza is hot and good. My sister says that the hers is the most beautiful of all. I laugh and eat another slice. My father opens a bottle of wine red. The Friday evening at home is always a small party for us.