Our Pizza Problem: Solutions 1 & 2

I wish I were a photographer, but alas, I am not.
I hope that all my readers have great imaginations to compensate. 

Shortly after the new year, my husband made a very true and honest confession. He finally admitted that he had a problem: he was addicted to pizza.

I, too, suffer from this addiction, and the five-year-old is on her own path to being a pizza junkie. There are worse vices, I know, but we had recently established some new year’s resolutions. 1) Save more money. 2) Get healthy. Our addiction directly worked against both.

I realize the solution to both resolutions would simply be to cut pizza out of our diet. But come on! Why should the five-year-old suffer like that? So we’ve started a new tradition: instead of our weekly Papa Murphey’s on Sunday, we are making homemade pies!

We are two weeks in, and while I miss the ease of take and bake, I haven't felt like our pizzas are lacking in flavor. Here's what we've been doing:

For our crust, I like this recipe on bon appetit's web site. Pros and cons of this recipe:

PROS
• This recipe makes enough dough for six pizzas! That means that one batch makes enough for two weekends for us. We just freeze the three extra balls and thaw them when we need them. How's that for ease?
• Speaking of easy, you basically mix this up and leave it set for 18 hours. I actually left it for more like 20-21 and it was fine.
• Most importantly, the flavor is great and it is easy to handle.

CONS
• You do need to plan ahead a bit, but if you are a meal planner by nature, you might appreciate being able to get it ready ahead of time.

On our new pizza nights, we make three pizzas for the five of us. One pizza is always going to be a basic cheese, pepperoni, or salami. This is the fall-back pizza for our pickier eaters. The other two pizzas are a bit more adventurous. This week we ate shimp pizza with cilantro pesto and Indian-spiced chicken pizza. Here are the recipes. I'm not going to bother with measurements; don't we just sprinkle pizzas by sight?

Deschutes Chainbreaker made for a nice pair with the shrimp pizza. 

Shrimp Pizza with Cilanto Pesto
1 10-12 inch pizza crust
Cilantro pesto (I used the recipe here...you will have to scroll down a bit to find it.)
Around 8 onces cooked shrimp
Chopped green onions
Shredded Parmesan cheese

Bake as your crust directs. For us that is about 10 minutes at 500 degrees.

REVIEW: This one was tasty, and it would serve as a good appetizer. Next time, I might try it with a chimichurri sauce rather than cilantro pesto. Yum!

I'm fairly certain I used more cheese than it called for. Oh, well.

Indian-Spiced Chicken Pizza
1 10-12 inch pizza crust
Cilantro pesto (The above recipe makes enough for two pies.)
1 Indian-spiced chicken breast (See how I did it below.)
Chopped green onions
Sweet chili sauce
Shredded cheddar cheese

Bake as your crust directs.

My chicken: Sprinkle one breast with tumeric, garlic powder, coriander, and cumin. (Use your own blend, if you prefer.) Throw it in a fry pan and cook through. Slice into bite size pieces. Easy-peasy.

REVIEW: This one will definitely be made again. The chili sauce was a great contrast to the spices on the chicken and the pesto. Restaurant quality, for sure!

This is the sweet chili sauce I used...I had just enough!

A LOVELY MOMENT FROM MY DAY: I got a just-because card in the mail. Just when you are certain their is no warmth  in the season, it comes to you in your mailbox. 

She's just more...

My oldest daughter turned ten this month. I did not get a birthday post written in a timely manner. I suppose this is metaphor for the ways I have been a less-than mother to her over the years. When she was a newborn, I'm fairly certain I didn't feed her often enough. I was used to nursing a baby the way I could nurse her brother, who was a full pound heavier, so an extra hour went by here and there.

When she was a little older, I was mildly depressed due to a number of things that had nothing to do with her. And a depressed momma is a less-than momma.

When she went to kindergarten, it was May before it really hit me that "Holy crap! She's a kindergartner and that is a really big deal!" She was our second child and it was old news for us, but not for her. And as a less-than mom, I failed to recognize it.

I always feel a bit bad that I don't worry as much about her as I have her brother. Perhaps that is the blessing of experience. But I'm inclined to think it may be because, while I'm a bit of a less-than mom, she's a "more" daughter.

When I think of myself at her age, there are so many similarities between the two of us. She just happens to be the "more" version. She's a bit more dramatic. I think she's a bit messier (though I'm not sure that's entirely accurate.)

She's certainly more talented — in music, dance, acting. I can see natural talent and charisma that I never had myself.

She's more curious than I ever was. More creative. Funnier. Better at making friends. Braver.

But the most important way she is more...the more I am most thankful for is how much more she loves herself than I loved myself at at ten. She's confident. When she's joyful, she's radiant. I don't see her wishing she was more like someone else. She just wants to be a bit more of who she already is, and I can't blame her for that.

As her tweens turn to teens, my prayer for her — for all girls, really — is that she can see that her more is more than enough. I want her to remember that the girl I see light up when she makes her family laugh or when she gets to dance in front of a crowd...that girl is amazing! I want her to hold onto that girl and stay familiar with her, because life has a way of making you forget yourself during those years.

That girl is her true self, and I see a little more of her every time I watch my daughter with her friends or have the pleasure of time alone with her. That girl makes me want to be more. And with her in my corner, I'm sure I can be.

A new year

A new year makes me take stock of things.

A new year makes me think about my life's blessings.

A new year makes me think about the last year. 

The babies that were born, the unions that were made.

A new year makes me feel like I can go anywhere, 

because it makes me think about how far I've come.

A new year allows me to believe that I will find more beauty and be more beautiful. 

That I can be a better parent and partner. 

A new year shows me that I have all the means I need to change, should I desire.

A new year shows me that my life is lovely and 

even if nothing were to ever change again, my heart would still be full. 

A LOVELY MOMENT FROM MY DAY: Frittata & mimosas for breakfast, walk with my husband, a bath, and family movie time...all of my day's moments have been lovely.