We grilled pizzas for dinner tonight. Let me just say that grilling pizzas requires the ability to deftly control the temperature of the grill. Not such an easy thing to do with charcoal. We had four sections of Pillsbury pizza crust to work with. The first was an abject failure; charred beyond all recognition. I thought the second try fared relatively well. It was a bit scorched in places, (such is the mystique of the charcoal) but tasty enough that I volunteereda it to my dinner after The Girl tried and dismissed it. The Girl then decided to give up on the grilling thing and bake hers in the oven. Small problem: The recipe that we were using didn't really take this into account. By the time it came out of the oven it was a half browned, soupy mess. Unfortunately for her, I had already downed my tasty, though somewhat charred dinner. That recipe was promptly round filed.