Don't You Worry 'Bout a Thing

Roberta's Frozen Pizza dressed up with American Cheese (sacrilege!) and assorted leftovers.  P made dinner again as I dealt with my growing flu-like symptoms after work.  

A good dough can carry almost any topping to new heights.  This is crispy and has that coal oven crackery yet chewy texture.  We argue whether its worth the extra bucks to get this instead of a much lesser quality frozen dough, or spend a few more and get real slices.  Pizza has many faces.  Sometimes you want it right out of your own oven, crispy and hot. Sometimes you need to let your mate decide which way to go. 
 

Winter Wipe Out

This week will not be one that I will probably remember in the long term. January in general is a month I just sort of get through each year. If January were a color, it would probably be white. If it were a day of the week it would be Monday, obviously. Everyone must feel that a bit. You get through the holidays and then its just full-on winter with no marker in time to look forward to unless you're one of those freaks that likes Valentine's Day or something.

It could be a good month. I mean the whole future lies ahead. January is the start of a brand new year. But to me, all I see is white blank nothing. Its not necessarily bad but that's why I just get through it because I don't know what to do with all that blank space.

This week I also lacked a bit of inspiration in my cooking. Let's just say we had a lot of left over pork and no great sides.

Thank goodness P had the thought to bring home a basic frozen pizza from his Trader Joe's run. It was like Charlie Brown's little xmas tree. I had to sort of dress the little feller up. I added some ham and pineapple, a little cheddar and ricotta. The crust was great though. The salad was just seasoned tomatoes, green apples, arugula and chick peas but I made the vinaigrette with some of the pineapple juice and that really brightened the flavors. I love green apple in salads.

Next week I'll make some good stuff. I already have a couple of dishes in mind.

January is not so bad when you think about it. White as pure as the driven snow.