Not for a long time my dear little sister Alice was ill. She caught the flu at the school. And I and my best friend Veronica decided to glad her by cooking a big pizza by our own recipe. Our mother always cooks something sweet when I or Alice is ill, but that time our mother was in business trip and this duty Veronica and I decided to make by themselves. We wanted to make a surprise for her that is why we made it secretly. Usually mother doesn’t allow us to use kitchen without her presence, she is afraid that we can make a fire or something like that.

Veronica is as a member of our family. We all like her; sometimes she even lives with us when she has some problems at her family. So, Veronica is like a second elder sister for Alice.

We haven’t cooked pizza before; we just went to a cafe. And our moment of glory came. We found the easiest and the most suitable recipe in the Internet and early in the morning, while Alice was sleeping, we set off to the market for buying products. We returned home with two big bags of necessary products and began create – of course, we have a recipe. Veronica started to make dough and I began to make feeling. It should consist of mushrooms, cheese, tomatoes, olives and peppery spice. It was our first experience of cooking pizza. Unfortunately we weren’t cookeries as well and we strictly followed the Internet recipe. We tried to cook silently, but we hardly could do it. First, Veronica dropped with a loud bang pizza backing stone on the floor, and then I scarcely made a fire in the kitchen when I switched on the stove. We worked very hardly almost two hours while our meal wasn’t ready. It was wonderful smell, but it looked not so pretty, but on the taste it was magnificent. It was even better than in some cafe. Alice appreciated our work, she was very glad and she even liked our dish. We cope with it in ten minutes. It is the most offensive in cooking. You cook almost half a day and then in a matter of seconds it disappears from the table.

We cooked great pizza and we make a great mess in the kitchen. We had to clean our kitchen even longer then we cooked, that our mother wouldn’t kill us for such a disorder. But we were three and we perfectly cope with cleaning. Our mother even didn’t mention that we had a great cook. And it remained our little secret.