This ain't delivery, bitch!

A little known fact about me: I HATE pizza. I think it's one of the most disgusting cmbinations of ingredients known to man. However, my darling Wil loves it, and so occasionally I'll bend and we'll order.

With a wild hair up my ass yesterday, I decided that maybe what I hate about pizza could be rectified if I made it myself. You see, all of the ingredients of pizza are fine, it's just that when put together, and then consumed, the consistency is somewhat like eating a ball of hot, gooey snot. All that doughey, tasteless bread, smothered in sauce and grease. Ugh.

So I started out from scratch, made a basil and garlic crust, layered with organic sauce, freshly grated cheese, and, because it's Wil's little indulgence, pepperoni and tomatoes. I only ate a small bite of the pizza, but it was a marked improvement over the delivery crap.


For myself, a stromboli, filled with mushrooms, broccoli, tomato and cheese. Now THAT was some good eatin'!




Today, we're going to Daddy Dave's for Memphis style ribs. Yum!