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)