Pizza with a twist

We enjoyed a unique dining experience last night. We had pizza, which is an all-time favorite around here and pretty much a fail-safe recipe. Until yesterday. The first two pizzas turned out fine, but the chicken barbeque? That was another story. Three bites into it, I wondered if the nerves between my tongue and brain were malfunctioning. I mean, I made the pizza, I know what I put into it. And none of the ingredients matched the bitter chemical burn that was curling my tongue into my throat. I spat it out and rinsed my tongue. It was seriously bad pizza, but how did it get that way? I'd made it the exact same way I always did - same ingredients, same pan. Then I realized that the bitter taste was soap. Dawn dishsoap with bleach, to be exact. The kids do the dishes and hadn't rinsed the soap off the pan last time they washed it. Mmmm..mmm good - not. The funny thing is that Trevor and Lindsey each ate a piece and didn't notice.