Pepperoni Pizza

So, I have to admit that in being vegetarian there are definitely some things I miss. Pepperoni pizza is one of those cravings I get once in a while. There is something about the spice of pepperoni with the grease of the cheese and the crispiness of the crust that takes me back to my college days. Of course, nothing...and I mean nothing will ever be as good as Myles' cheese filled bread sticks dipped in ranch (100% to blame for my frosh 15lbs). Anyway, tonight I filled that craving of mine.

Please see previous pizza blog (last Tuesday since every Tuesday the writer and I have PIZZA night...you have to say it like that too...PIZZA!!). I used the same whole wheat flat bread method.

2 whole wheat flat breads
4 tablespoons pizza sauce (divided between flat breads)
26 Lightlife Smart Deli Pepperoni protein slices (yes, 26, or 13 per serving serving)The writer interject it was not quite Donatos and it's claim to edge-to-edge pepperoni, but it did the job...
1/2 cup shredded natural cheddar
1/2 cup shredded natural mozzarella

1. follow flat bread instructions from previous PIZZA blog
2. Spread pizza sauce on flat breads. Sprinkle flat breads with both cheeses, totaling in 1/2 cup cheese each pizza. Top with pepperoni slices.
3. Bake at 400 for 7 minutes.
Makes 2 servings. 480 calories each.

For this PIZZA night's salad I topped a bed of spinach with fresh orange slices and dried cranberries. YUM!

So as we were eating the aforementioned Pep PIZZAS, the cook alerted me that I never make mention of the salads we eat as a complement to her pizza variations, or discuss them in the the blog. And the writer's reponse is, as it will always be: "tough!"
Pizza night is about the pizza, for one, it is called pizza night. Much like the sold out crowds for a Columbus Clipper's game on "Dime a Dog Night," only like 3.5 people are there for the actual game of baseball, and the rest flood the gates for the promise of as much compressed, processed meat(?)as can be consumed for less than one George Washington.
And much like those that surf to the page "Find George" would attest, it is not about the destination, but the journey, man.
Also, it is pizza. The most basic, tasty form of all the pyramid groups in one composed bite. And if you have ever had the cook's pizza, you would understand the excitement around this night.
The writer informed the cook if we ever opened a cool wine bar in the cultural epicenter of Columbus that is New Albany, we could definetly sell her pizza's for at least $8, or a combo of one Abe Lincoln, two Georgie's, and a Sacagewea to boot. Or, we could collect thirty-two state quarters and sell them to an old lady for a premium and call it a day.
Anyway, the pizza is always good, and the "Pep" was no exception.
The only thing that beats the food was the new addition to the cook and the writer's extended family. Last week we welcomed in a beautiful boy named Tyler, that quickly turned sour due to the writer's compulsion and boderline paranoia. Now we welcome E-Funk and her husband Dr. Jeff's,(aka Geoffrey),first kid: Peter, a Chinese-Crested dog.
Now if reader's of the blog would like to get a description of the little guy, and the writer must give credit to the cook for creating the perfect image, think back to your younger, more innocent days and to a show called "Fraggle Rock." The little critters sing and dance, with hairless bodies compensated by the girth of hair on the tops of their head, head-banging harder than Brett Michael's in his most venereal rock of love conquest.
While Peter is hairless on his body, he does in fact have a Brett Michael's inspired do on the front of his head, and is all party in the back as well. The only thing he is reported to lack is the venereal personality, that is, of course, until the cook got her siren hands on him.
It was reported to the writer that the cook went to meet the new member earlier in the day. Upon arrival, the cook purported that Peter was as timid as had been portrayed by E-Funk. But with a business trip looming, E-Funk wanted to make sure Peter grew familiar with the cook so that he would feel comfortable enough to allow the cook to let him out and relieve himself during the day.
Against Peter's will, E-Funk handed him to the cook. As Peter shook in her arms, the cook started to lose faith that he would ever trust her as he does E-Funk. Just when hope appeared lost, and the cook place Peter on the ground, a 'first' was discovered.
Peter, from now on referred to in this blog as Pete, aka Rico Smooth, exposed his manhood to the cook in a more aggressive manner than Brett Michael's drops trow anytime he hears the song, "Every Rose has it's Thorn."
The writer is very happy for E and J, but will certainly be monitoring the situation closely...