I had a task ahead of me yesterday. To cook something that we all love to eat. Hot or Cold. With or Without. Totally eater friendly.


So I frankensteined pizza for us all.

I already had two bags of special focaccia bread mix, passata, cheese, chorizo and pepperoni on hand.

My cooking motto has always been – when in a bind…..just chuck it all together and pray for the best.

OMG. Five different pizzas later!

From now on I HAVE to do homemade pizza with focaccia base.

Both boys are weirdos and they threw on about half a jar of jalapenos each.

Me and him stuck with the original —- apart from HIM squirting Heinz Salad Cream alles uber die platz.

I AM the mother of oddly shaped invention :o)