I love homemade pizza, like, love it. We usually make it using a pizza stone and our grill, which turns this
and eventually into this beautiful piece of art
I’ve been following this baking steel since its kickstarter campaign. I was even more convinced that I needed it when The Pizza Lab tested it out. Now that it’s available for purchase, my feelings are a little hurt by the steep price tag, but maybe I can ask Santa for it this December…
In other food news, since the BF and I were both off on Memorial Day, I tried to be nice and make him his favorite breakfast – waffles. Those of you who follow the Wee Eats Facebook page already saw the results…
Apparently our neglected waffle maker was having feelings of resentment and didn’t want me to succeed at this seemingly simple task… By round four (and our last bit of batter) I was finally able to make him something that resembled a normal waffle… I spent at least 5 times as much time scraping waffle out of the iron than we did eating the waffles… Of course, this could always be my excuse to get a new waffle iron… right? I think that’s how it works… Yes, let’s blame the iron…
The BF texted me today at work to let me know that this exists.
He gets me.
Nothing wrong with that. But do you know the difference between ice cream and gelato? Would you like to? Not me, I can still get down and dirty with some DQ.
It will be like I am this cat. And the beanbag is a s’more blizzard…
Just like that.
Speaking of cats….
This jerk(below)’s new favorite activity is preventing me from getting any sleep. Apparently staring at me all night and attacking me every time I fall asleep is an exhausting job, because she then needs to sleep all day long.
Which is basically just a slap in the face like “look at me, I can sleep all day no matter how much light and sound there is in the house!” … What a jerk. Anyone want a free kitty? (Just ignore all that stuff about her not letting you sleep).
Oh, and the best part? She leaves the BF completely alone. She walks all over my pillow, steps on my throat, paws at my face and bites my arm – she even learned how to pull the blanket off of my arm so that she can bite my bare skin to wake me up! But the BF? Nope. Won’t touch him. Gets to sleep like a baby while I’m being assaulted.
Sorry, I’m probably just cranky because I’m sleep-deprived.
Time for an honorary Thursday Things half-recipe? How about some stromboli?
It’s so easy. You can use store-bought or home-made pizza dough or even white bread dough. I followed this tutorial for the pretty braids, and just filled them with leftover antipasti fixins – some pesto, provolone, salami and ham. Brush with some egg wash and sprinkle some crunchy sea salt on top. Bake it at 375 or 400 degrees for about 20 minutes (or until it’s golden on top)
Sidenote: medium obsessed with this site at the moment. Check it out. Seriously.