June 23, 2010
Tonight I made pan pizza with a spinach and parmesan crust. Basically I added a cup of chopped wilted spinach and two or three tablespoons of parmesan cheese to my regular pizza dough recipe. That's right, I have a standby pizza crust recipe--I really am that domestic.
Here's the pizza coming out of the oven:
I'm unreasonably proud of this pizza, so I took a picture of it on the cutting board, too:
Then I took pictures of every single family member posing with it. And a group shot, too. Don't sweat it, I'll spare you.
The pizza was unbefreakinglievably good. James and I each ate three pieces, and Jared had five. Considering the quantities of food that we consume on a regular basis, it's a pure wonder we haven't had to hire a crew of assistants to push us around in wheelbarrows.
At least it's a goal to work toward.
Be sure to check back tomorrow, when I reveal our third basket, which is rumored to contain copious quantities of garlic scapes. Now I know what garlic is, but for the life of me I've never heard of scapes. Doesn't it sound like some kind of a nasty STD?
..."Dude, you hooked up with her?!?! Everyone knows she's got the scapes. You're never allowed to ride my bike again."