I’m also thinking that Addie, Harper, Lucy, Evelyn, Hailey, Ethan and Henry probably wouldn’t pay much attention to my reflections on Maggie if I were to try to share them. Their eyes are on the tub of Superman ice cream in the ice cream case.
Harper steps out with black olives. Addie shakes it up with a little bacon. But mostly, this is a cheese and pepperoni crowd. A hungry crowd, that is. They’ve worked up an appetite playing in the splash pad just steps away from Cavanaugh’s. They want pizza and they want it fast.
And speedy it is. Each child watches as The Homestead’s head chef, John Piombo (yes, he is an authentic Italian), puts their very own pizza crust into a dough presser shaped like a flying saucer, tops it to order and runs it through the Turbo Chef oven—a racey sports coupe of pizza ovens that turns out golden crusted, melted cheese pies in just 3 minutes and 5 seconds. Then it’s shake-shake, squirt-squirt time: Parmesan, dried Italian herbs, hot peppers (Ethan and Henry dare each other to try one; eek!), buffalo sauce and two types of oil.
In just over 20 minutes, seven kids are fed. I am thinking Maggie would be awed beyond imagination. But I keep that thought to myself. The current topic of discussion is how much Superman ice cream can fit into one ice cream cone … or small, full belly.
By Elizabeth Edwards, Managing Editor of Traverse, Northern Michigan’s Magazine and Northern Home & Cottage.