I am about to share something with you that just might shock you. I don’t like pizza. I don’t. I think it’s gross. My family, on the other hand, loves it and they want to disown me. They love it so much they’d eat it every meal, every day, for the rest of their lives and never complain. The only thing standing in their way is me.
After many years spent debating Pizza or No Pizza I’ve reached a painful decision. I’m just going to have to embrace pizza. I don’t want them sneaking out of the house to eat pizza. Or lying about going to someone’s house to get a pizza fix. They might even rob a store to get pizza money. If they’re going to eat pizza, I’d rather it be somewhere safe, somewhere where I can control the pizza. I’m going to have to make pizza at home.
A part of that decision is to try to make it as healthy as possible (which isn’t much). The other part is to save money. At least once a month the boys (and my husband) will get a little pizza crazy so we’ll order out (or go to the all-you-can-eat pizza buffet a.k.a Heaven). This costs much money. Much, much money. Sometimes up to half my weekly grocery budget.
So, the hunt for the best homemade pizza dough is on. I’m going to be trying a lot of whole wheat ones, but I may end up compromising for part white flour. I’ll keep you updated (aren’t you excited?).
My kids are rather boring. They like cheese pizza. Just cheese. If they’re feeling a little crazy the older two will go for pepperoni. And if I’m going to be forced to eat pizza I’ll have an alfredo or garlic sauce with spinach, onion, mushrooms and perhaps a bit of bacon. And I’m REALLY embarrassing because I eat it with salad on top, using a fork and knife. Do you see now why they want to disown me?