I have fond memories of family pizza night. Dad used to cook up at least a pound of hamburger to mix together a variety of red sauces to form his very special pizza sauce. My sister and I would play with the flour and dough, making a huge mess but having a blast, too. My mother would run around cleaning up after us and preparing the toppings. However, in all our years of pizza making, the toppings were almost always the same: pepperoni, mushrooms, onions, and tons of cheese.
