Pizza Dough

I have weird hopes attached to the food memories for my kids. 

Pizza is one of them. 

I imagine my kids, as adults, telling their own kids about Friday night pizza nights and whatever happy memories we've created along the way to go with them. 

I also imagine them complaining about how "Mom would never keep the recipe the same! never the same dough. never the same sauce. she'd make one that was great one week and then change it completely the next."

I have weird hopes attached to the list of complaints for my kid's therapist too.

But I'm getting of topic here…

Pizza dough, yes.. 

It's so versatile. 

Use beer, instead of water.

Add in pesto.

Throw some sun dried tomatoes paste into the mix.

Doesn't adding parmesan sound like a no brainer?

I'm getting ahead of myself here, lets just start with the basics and go from there.

Brown Sugar Bacon Smokies

I'm not sure I've ever brought these to a get together, provided them during a football game, or offered a plate during a BBQ that I've heard a complaint about their presents yet… or for that matter, lasted very long at all.

I love them because they are so easy and delicious… Nate loves them because they "man friendly" …

My first problem with them, is that they are double the protein, therefor you are able to pile in twice as many, before realizing you would have been sufficiently happier with a fourth of the amount consumed.

My second problem with them, is that for as easy as they are to make, I never think to make them…

Now that they are blog official, I hope they become one of my top 'go-to's… which I'm pretty sure they will…

Stromboli

As a kid, I hated Stromboli. Largely because I didn't feel Swiss cheese was worth my time, I saw no appeal to it's sharp fragrance appealing, I turned my nose up at it, and with out hesitation, requested provolone instead.

As an adult, I love Stromboli. Largely because I will take any opportunity to flirt with Swiss cheese and curse my younger self for not having appreciated it's allure. I'm ashamed for ever suggesting provolone could replace it so easily. 

I have seen the error in my ways. The amount of Stromboli I dismissed… the Swiss cheese I disregarded… The regretful feelings I still harbor…I was so young…. I was such a foolish…