Last night as I was yukking it up over the grossly misnamed "Daddy Pizza," Dadguy was in fact cooking himself a nasty-ghastly with cheese. The thing about these pizzas... apparently you are supposed to just chuck them in the oven, the bottom of the food item resting directly on the rack. Dadguy claims this makes the crust too crunchy and prefers them to be cooked to a state of melty overdone-ness on a cookie sheet. My issue with this method it it leaves a carbonized ring of cement-a-crud that requires two days of soaking and three S.O.S. pads to remove from the sheet.
This is only a slight exaggeration.
A few months ago I invested in a roll of parchment paper, the kind that hoity-toity chefs use under their cookies to keep them from sticking. Dadguy razzed me about the purchase a little... But I figure that $1.89 purchase will save me at least it's own cost in scrubbing pads, to say nothing of having scabby cookie sheets laying about my kitchen for twelve hours at a shot, whilst soaking in preparation for their scrubbing. Not to mention the actual scrubbing.
Well, apparently Dadguy remembered the parchment. The cookie sheet? Sparkly clean, and this is reason #2097 why I love that man.