I was supposed to remove the cardboard?

When H and I first started dating, we lived three hours apart. We spent out weekends together but on the weeknights, we video chatted. H really never learned how to cook so would eat a lot of takeout and instant meals. I really never knew how inexperienced H was in the kitchen until this night.

On this particular night, we were video chatting while she was baking one of those frozen pizzas. I believe it was a frozen Mama Celeste pizza, but that isn't really important -- just a detail I felt like sharing. In the background a buzzer goes off and H tells me to hang on so she can go grab her dinner out of the oven. I watch her walk towards the kitchen. A few seconds later, I hear "damn it!" She peeks her head into the doorway of the room her computer is at and tells me it'll be another moment. A few moments later she walks back into the room and looks at me shyly through the monitor. She has no pizza.

Me: "There's no way you ate your pizza already."

H: "No."

Me: "Did you burn it?"

H: "No."

Me: "So.....where is it?"

H: "Can I ask you a question without you thinking I'm a total dumbass?"

Me: "I think so."

H: "You know that round piece of cardboard that the pizza sits on when you take it out of the box and unwrap it?"

Me: "Yeah..."

H: "Are you supposed to remove it before you cook the pizza?"

Me: "Yes, why?"

H: "Oh. I didn't know that."

Me: "I see..."

She proceeded to walk out and and get the pizza to show me her talent in cooking. Sure enough, there was the cardboard, baked right into the pizza. I knew right then that life with H would never be boring.