The PCP is just ga-ga over Scooby Doo. And it’s rubbing off on Cookie too. So, when I broke the bad no-baseball news due to fourteen stitches the other day, his eyes lit up and and he broke out in the biggest grin… “Does that mean I’ll be home for Scooby Doo Mystery Inc. at seven-thirty, eight-thirty central?”
It did, in fact, mean that he’d be home to watch the much anticipated season premiere. And we celebrated in style over a Scooby bone pizza, salad, Scooby yogurt and mini-banana puddings topped with Scooby Snacks.
For the pizza, I start with the seven grain dough from the Publix bakery, roll it out and then shape it into a bone. Top with sauce and cheese and then spell out Scooby in turkey pepperoni. This wasn’t the first time I’ve made Scooby pizza, and likely won’t be the last.
It was just what the doctor ordered for our little injured angel, and when he proclaimed it Scooby Doob-alicious I was secretly glad to have traded in baseball for a family pizza and t.v. night.
The doctor glued the wound shut after removing the stitches yesterday and all we have to do now is keep him from knocking it before it can completely heal. Easier said than done, I’m afraid!