I am aware that my posting has been a bit lax since I went back to work at the office. I seriously don’t understand how people do it 5 days a week and then have a life on top of that. It is exhausting! All the talking to people all day, and the matching outfits to shoes, and the subway. It’s enough to make a girl want to get in bed at 8 every night.
So that’s what I’ve been doing. Pretty much eating dinner and getting right into bed. Matthew was here all week but worked until midnight so I didn’t really see him, and then he left for Maryland. I’m free to do whatever I want all the time and that happens to be catching up on Pushing Daisies and Top Model.
Wha? Is anyone surprised?
Last weekend we did actually leave the house and drove to Montreal for my niece Liliane’s first birthday.
As expected there was quite a bit of this:
There was a also a bunch of this:
of COURSE some of this:
All leading up to this:
ahhhh,
“The Return of the Homemade Skillet Pizza – Francophone Version. Pizza Takes Montreal”
If only they made a really huge circular cast iron pizza skillet thingy we would really be in business. The teeny skillet is a little scary, well…for some people.
It took about 9 hours to make a bunch of mini pizzas that we all split when it came out of the oven, so you’d get 2 bites every 15 minutes. Thankfully we had some wine chilling for Liliane’s party. (Sorry that you didn’t get any delicious rosé Theresa’s friends, we had to wait a long time between pizzas!) All we did all night was make teeny tiny pizzas, wait the 10 minutes for the oven to heat back up and then 2 minutes for them to cook, shove them down and repeat, repeat, repeat. Lucky for us we had the idea to make a salad to go with it. Oh the salad. THE SALAD as it is now known. We did not get pictures of THE SALAD because we were too busy enjoying the act of taking multiple bites in a row but it was so amazing I have made it 2x since we’ve been home. Oh, its just a salad you say? Well you are wrong, its THE SALAD!
Don’t worry, I took some pics when I made it last night.
My new found semi-vegetarianism has led us to a few new recipes. Something I really wanted to try was homemade pizza because well…it’s got pizza in the title.
The Skinny: Instead of making our own dough (ha) we went down the street to Anthony’s and got some from them. Then we sauteed mushrooms and onions and, cut up some fresh mozz and other veggies and defrosted sauce from the freezer.
The Verdict: The pizza was amazing! Each pizza only takes 2 minutes to cook. The annoying part was that we didnt know how it would come out so we did one small piece at a time. This is NOT the method to use at your next pizza party. Its very sloooowwwww. You have to wait a few minutes between for the oven to get hot again, or the crust will not be right. We basically stood in the kitchen eating our salads while waiting for the skillet to heat up. Also – we did not need most of the toppings, we are happy with mushrooms and a lil onion.
The always important upskirt:
Perfection! It was totally worth it! I think Fridays are going to be homemade pizza night at our house.
I mentioned that we had spumoni the night my mom was here but I did not explain. L&B Spumoni Gardens is an Italian restaurant and pizza place that is known for their amazing homemade spumoni and Italian ices. It was a special request from our very special guest so as soon as we finished our dinner we headed out.
Tim came over for dinner so he joined us for the 15 minute ride to Bensonhurst (or Real Brooklyn as we refer to it)
We pulled up to the place and it was packed as usual with tons of people in line at 9:30 on a Sunday night. As we were walking through I caught a whiff of what is arguably one of my favorite slices of pizza and thought to myself, hmm, too bad we just ate dinner.
Not a minute later my mom said “I think I might have to get some pizza for later” Poor Sha misses her Brooklyn food almost as much as her kid. Then Tim chimed in with “I think I might have to get some pizza for lunch tomorrow” and it was sold, off we went to the pizza line instead of the spumoni line.
*note on this pic – do not feel sad for my mom that I posted a photo with her eyes closed. She does not know how to behave in front of a camera.
And how could we resist
We picked up our “pizza for later” and got in line for spumoni.
I ordered (me: Tim, what do you want? Tim: Spumoni…in the little white cup) and then turned around to witness this exchange:
Tim: I’m so excited about this pizza
Matthew: I totally know how you feel
Tim: I think I might have to eat it now
Matthew: Interesting thought, let me ponder how that will go over
