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Tonight it was raining buckets (think tornadoes, actually) so we had to resort to leftovers. Well, for me, hubby had a frozen pizza. I had one too, but I had to make the crust, since I have a gluten problem. I split the dough into two small pans, because gluten free dough works better that way and while they baked I raided the fridge. I found the leftover meat and spaghetti sauce from the other night, half a can of black olives, half a bag of italian blend cheese and a package of precooked bacon. Yes, I'm a firm believer that when it comes to trashy food, bacon rules.
I spread out the sauce, thought it looked too dry so I added a few squirts of Pizza Quick sauce. Assembled the pizzas, waited for them to bake while watching hubby stuff his face with his own pizza, twiddled my thumbs, read the Star Trek movie novelization. Finally it was ready and damn if it didn't taste like cheesy bacony sloppy joe goodness. I offered a piece (just one!) to hubby and he proclaimed it "not bad." High praise from someone who usually refuses to eat anything gluten free (unless it's cupcakes.) I have one piece left, so what do you think, pizza scrambled eggs? *g*
I spread out the sauce, thought it looked too dry so I added a few squirts of Pizza Quick sauce. Assembled the pizzas, waited for them to bake while watching hubby stuff his face with his own pizza, twiddled my thumbs, read the Star Trek movie novelization. Finally it was ready and damn if it didn't taste like cheesy bacony sloppy joe goodness. I offered a piece (just one!) to hubby and he proclaimed it "not bad." High praise from someone who usually refuses to eat anything gluten free (unless it's cupcakes.) I have one piece left, so what do you think, pizza scrambled eggs? *g*
