Burnin' Down the House

Do You Home Pizza? 

Home pizza'ing, admittedly is not always a slam dunk, although enjoyable regardless.  Taking some shortcuts and making a quick treat is such a delicacy.  This needed more baking time and a couple of minutes under the broiler to be camera worthy.  A pack of flatbread from my corner store were screaming to be topped with pepperoni and mushrooms.  How could I not?  I made a quick sauce from a spiced up, garlicky tomato paste, onions and oregano to spread on bottom.  I baked them at 450, but you really need that screaming hot oven temperature and I'm always a bit scared to turn that baby up to it's limit in this tiny apartment.  I foresee news headlines, Girl...Old woman, burns down building in a botched attempt to make homemade pizza. I see me standing in front, shaking my head as my entire life goes up in flames.  Still, it pains me to look at these pictures and see the difference that 2-3 minutes could have made under that broiler or a 50 degrees higher temperature on that oven.  Just another reason to get it right the next time. 

Psycho Killer, Run, Run, Run Away

I don't remember the first time I discovered pasta puttanesca, whether it was way back in Fort Wayne or San Francisco. But what a great day it was. All my favorite salty things in one PLUS thin spaghetti! Right up my alley. It's such a perfect sauce. But since I'm always wondering what would be 'even better', today I added ground turkey because I was heavily craving the protein dontchaknow. And it was right ladies, so right. You know when it comes around that time of month and you feel yourself becoming very animal and find yourself howling at the moon and thinking of your meals as 'kill'? That's the time I'm speaking of here. Even better. Don't forget to add lots of dried red pepper flakes to tame the wild beast.

Here on This Mountaintop, I Got Some Wild Wild Life

Nothing new here. Poached eggs with spinach over English Wheat Muffins and turkey bacon. A little leftover mango salsa to add some spunk.

Sometimes its not the what but the how. I got the simmer just right for these eggs to come out the creamiest super dreamiest. Like little love pillows.

I was talking to my sister in Colorado and dreaming on all her scenic views and wild life. She's a lover of nature and fishing, mountains, the great outdoors.

Out of our doors here in Brooklyn, we found a few animals of our own on our Saturday walk.

But here's pics of some nice garden statues.