The recipe called for 2/3 cup water for the crust dough but she didn't think it looked right so she kept adding more then she left the pan on the stove and forgot about it.
I am a brave and adventurous type. I tasted it; am still recovering.
There was no other way, this pizza is slice resistant.
She used to be, a few years ago, but I've been cooking dinner for the past three or four years.
I guess the lesson here is either
1) Don't let your mum near the cooking utensil's ever again
2) Teach her to be the competent cook she used to be
That would make a Ninja Turtle Cry...
It tasted of slimy cheese-jelly and things that used to be pepperoni. I don't know what vegetables the black bits were, maybe mushrooms, they tasted of sadness and death. I fear my tongue will never recover again.