You Want a Pizza Me?

It has been rumored that pizzas are made of hate, but clearly Kanye West has cornered the hate-market.

Nevertheless, there are only so many salads one can make from CSA veggies that I swap at pick-up for the endless zucchini I find in my bag.  At some point, you just want some damn pizza!

• Too cheap to order and put extra toppings on it.
• Too tired to make the dough from scratch.
• Too much carb-loading to buy a Boboli’s crust.

What’s that? How did I make pizza? Well, stop pestoing me and let me show you it:

Taste the rainbow of vitamin

First, I made HOMEMADE PESTO from scratch! It was amazingly simple and now I’m wondering why I haven’t been making this every damn week of my life. Used red and green basil, elephant garlic, and because I forgot to buy pine nuts and was out of walnuts – almonds! Process all that and puree with olive oil and Parmesan cheese. Top a flour tortilla with the pesto, tons of feta cheese and sliced mushrooms, tomatoes still warm from the vine, and baby red bell peppers.  Pop in the oven.  (Ideally you would use a baking stone but mine is still packed away in some mystery box)

Pesto and Plates are the new green.

Tried to eat it with a fork, but gave up and used the tear and fold technique first developed during junior high lunches when eating  pizza (which we blotted first with napkins to soak up the grease, unless we were holding grease races, in which we would let it run down our forearms; first one to drip on the table was the winnerwinner chicken dinner).  Ah. Adolescence.

Mind. Blown. I – I made this!  It was highly aromatic and savory and I wish I had made more than one. Of course, now I have a large container of pesto with which to top pasta in the near future.

I just realized I forgot to put onion on it!  Well, there’s always next time. Like, maybe the next time I see an E-Ho!