I topped mine with chopped chicken, sauteed mushrooms and peppers, sun dried tomatoes, fresh spinach, green olives, feta, and swiss cheeses over a thin stretched crust pre baked at 450 degrees for about four minutes.
I arrived at work at 5:30 am and never stopped moving until about 4:00 pm when I sat in my car to drive home.
On the ride home, I knew with every fiber of my being that I was absolutely, positively not cooking anything from my carefully designed meal plan that laughably {at least in reality} took in to account my aforementioned busy-ness for the week. As a matter of fact, cereal with milk was in my immediate vision for my future. Getting an early shower, being in my jammies by 7:00 pm sounded divine, until my Ty, well....he done went and had himself "a great idea". "Let's make homemade pizza dough, Mom" he said, to which I replied "I don't want to be involved, I'm watching my dvr shows and I'm quite happy sitting very, very still". He, with his characteristic persistence, broke me down after only a few minutes of intermittent badgering {he's found that type to work best} and obtained my reluctant agreement to semi-participate in this venture on a work/school night. In Ty's defense, he did most of the work even cleaning up after himself and shaping the pies.
I'm working at a different job today, and I was infinitely surprised when I opened my job calendar and learned that yesterday was National Pizza Day. I was participating and I didn't even know it...hmmm..did Ty? Probably, lol.
Ty went all the way with everything but the kitchen sink on his, even brushing fresh garlic infused butter over the edges for flavor.
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