Nothing says “Hooray for springtime!” like a hearty dose of constipation. There are many efficient ways to achieve this stopped-up state of being, more then you’d rather me tell you about, in fact. So I shall simply stick to one of the most popular means of getting constipated. That being, of course, eating tasty pizza.
It all started with a grand adventure to Trader Joe’s, whereupon I acquired a delightful bag of goo. Not any goo, mind you, but goo in the form of future pizza crust, which I will hereafter refer to by the more colloquial term, “dough”. There were several sorts of dough bags to choose from, including plain and whole wheat. I got the garlic and herb dough, as I was feeling saucy. Well, not saucy (that part came later), I suppose I was feeling herby. Or simply feeling the overwhelming urge to not be surrounded by vampires. In any case, it was a giant ball of dough for a buck.
The dough was plentiful and rolled out reasonably well, and was superior in so many ways to the Walmart pizza dough I got a little while back. In fact, my cup, or pan as the case may be, ranneth over with dough. So I was all like “Omg! Stuffed crust time!”. I hacked out some slices of mozzarella and folded them the best I could into the pizza crust. Next came the “sauce”. I’d neglected to get a can of tomato paste to make into sauce, and, being lazy, had no inclination to go out and purchase any. So, I just slapped some marinara sauce on that bad boy and hoped for the best. Next came the toppings. Mozzarella cheese, followed by some tomato, ham, and green onion, plus mozzarella cheese, plus some parmesan cheese. Then, just to mix things up and be all crazy, some more mozzarella cheese.
So it cooked for awhile, and at some point a telepathic connection appeared between the pizza and my stomach. I could just feel it calling out to me, yearning to be lovingly consumed. So I pulled it out of the oven, and there it was in all of it’s magical and swollen glory.
The apparently bad attempt at making this a stuffed crust pizza caused some serious lopsidedness. This in no way interfered with the taste, however. The dough was thick and squishy and flavorful, and I heated up some extra marinara sauce to dip the ginormous crust into. Quite tasty, my only wish was that I’d had actual pizza sauce rather then just the marinara sauce. I’ll simply have to remember that for next time, as there will indeed be a next time for this delicious dough!