I?ve said it before and I?ll say it again: like a good Justin Timberlake video, pizza gets me all hot and bothered and leaves wanting a cigarette afterwards. And I don’t even smoke. Read the rest of this entry »
Stuff it up your pizza, bitch.
So I am sure you are wondering what exactly I do all day when I am not hard at work in school. Hell, I often wonder that myself. I am proud to say that I have the attention span of a monkey on acid, and just as much self control. That means that if I study at my house, whatever I am reading will keep me occupied for an hour at most, and then it starts making me hungry (every paper is about food. Can you blame me?). I try to calm my hunger down by reading some food porn, usually Gourmet or Bon Appetit, or if it?s particularly bad, I?ll start surfing my food discussion boards for some hardcore stuff like full out dissertations on the 10 course meal someone was served at Topolobampo. But that inevitably makes me hungrier, so I scheme for something amazing and porn worthy to make for dinner. And then I go shopping for the ingredients. And then I get home and its time to start making it. And then I realize I still have 100 pages of reading to do before the night is through, and my food addiction has royally screwed me up the ass. Thus, instead of being thoroughly versed on the history of wine in 17th century Mesopotamia, I made this:
A stuffed pizza from scratch. I found the recipe in the February 2007 Gourmet, but it called for escarole. I just happened to have green olives, caramelized onions, bacon (AMERICAN bacon!), roasted tomatoes, portabella mushrooms and garlic, so that?s what I stuffed it with. I used pizza dough I bought from the farmers market, but I think you can use the stuff in the grocery stores too. In retrospect, it could have held much more filling. But it tasted like heaven, so I?ll save that for next time. And Pizza Hut can suck my toe. ~LTG
