I know you haven't met me yet. And so I don't want to give the wrong impression.
I'm not high maintenance. I swear. And I don't come with baggage. Okay. Not that much baggage. But I mean, everybody comes with baggage. Unless they're pod people. Are you a pod person? I hope not.
Anyway. I was hoping I could get you to sign this.
Think of it as a pre-pre-nuptual agreement. Kind of thing.
You see. I'm the kind of person who likes to put it all on the table. From day one. So here's the thing.
There are some chores. That I will never be good at. I'm not big on vacuuming. Or cleaning the bathroom. Or dusting. I've never seen the point in dusting. And I never will. Maybe we just won't own things that need to be dusted. Live a minimalist kind of life. I can be down with that. And as for the other two. I can definitely appreciate the value of vacuuming and cleaning the bathroom. But I just don't look at the scum on the tub and say to myself, "Oh my god I really should clean that." Usually it's more akin to, "Hmm. Scum. Wonder how that got there..."
In my defense. Having dirty dishes in the sink makes me anxious. (We are talking anaphylactic shock anxious). So you will never have to do the dishes. Ever.
Basically. I was hoping I could
I, Joanne, solemnly swear. To make homemade pizza for you. (Pizza is a good bargaining tool. From what I can tell. Boys really like it. At least the ones I know. And honestly. Girls do too. So it's really a win/win situation. Just try to pretend like it's a really onerous task. We wouldn't want them to think that they're getting the short end of the stick.) Every week. In sickness and in health. For better or for poorer. Until death do us part.
But only if you do the toilet scrubbing.
Your Future Wife.
So this pizza idea was spurred by the Southwestern Focaccia with Roasted Corn and Goat Cheese from HBinFive. It's made with the 100% Whole Wheat Dough with Olive Oil, which you can find the recipe for here. I really liked this dough by the way. I know many HBinFive-ers had some issues with it. But I am a sucker for the flavor of olive oil. And I thought that really shone through in this bread. I just wish that the crust of my loaves had gotten. Well. Crustier.
Zoe and Jeff call this a recipe for focaccia. But I say. It has tomato sauce. And cheese on it. And it's round. Therefore. It is a pizza.
Here's what I did. I made half of the dough recipe. Weighed out a pound of it. Spread it out in a circle 1/2-inch thick on a pizza pan. Let it rise for 20 minutes. Preheated the oven to 425. Sauted some onions, a can of tomatoes, and a poblano pepper. Threw in some cumin and chili powder. Spread it over the pizza. Topped it with blue cheese. Cooked. 20/25 minutes. Done. It apparently serves 6 as an appetizer. Or. In my case. Two for dinner. I probably could have made it three. But I had just gotten back from the gym when I was making it. And self control is not exactly my strong point.
This has been yeastspotted. And check out Michelle's blog on the 1st to see what everyone else cooked up with their dough!
I want to thank all of you for the birthday wishes yesterday. They meant the world to me. And a special thank you to Mia for organizing the best blogger birthday party a girl could have. Seeing the comments reel in absolutely made my day. You guys are my inspiration, what keeps me writing and blogging and I love you all. So thank you.
What did I do on the big day? My amazing roommate, Sophie, organized a dinner at a French restaurant called Les Sans Culottes for me and fifteen of my friends (seriously. The biggest birthday party I have ever had). Basically they have a prix fixe menu. The appetizer is a huge spread of veggies, sausages, rolls and pate. Huge. Really huge. Then. When you think you can't eat any more. They ask you to order your entree. I got the onglet bearnaise. A.K.A. hangar steak with bearnaise sauce. It was fantastic. I think I'm in love with bearnaise sauce. Which is probably not a good thing. Because now I might have to make some. Hello five pound weight gain. Nice to meet you. Then for dessert, my friends arrangeed for these ice cream filled crepes to be delivered to me. I devoured them. They were amazing. I love ice cream.
Then, since it was a Thursday. We ended the night at my home away from home. Pete's. For karaoke night. I came. I rapped. I conquered. It was quite the spectacle. And the best part was? My brother stopped by.
In short. Great day.