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A Funny Thing Happened on the way to the Coffee Shop...

It’s Caturday again! Don’t do anything you might regret….. Mr. Underfoot: I really regret eating that Moose pate pizza last night. Me: I told you it probably wasn’t a good idea. Mr. Underfoot: You’re the one who is always harping on me about trying new things you dick! Me: And you should. Mr. Underfoot: Why don’t you try something new like getting off your ass for a change and cleaning out that refrigerator. I swear you’ve got some weird biological experiment going on in there.  Or would it just be easier to call in a CDC Hazmat Team at this point? Me: That fridge scares me. Remember that last girl who went to get a glass of milk in the middle of the night? Mr. Underfoot: Sure I remember, nice rack and knew exactly where to scratch my chin so my leg would get to thumping: What ever happened to her? Me: I have no idea, I woke up the next morning and she was gone, but she’s now on that milk carton she drank from. Mr. Underfoot: Dude that milk is from two years ago?  I’ll call an Exorcist just in case. Me: And maybe call out for some Pizza too while you’re at it. I’m getting kinda hungry again. Just leave off the pate this time okay? Mr. Underfoot: You’re such a dick!

It’s Caturday again! Don’t do anything you might regret…..

Mr. Underfoot: I really regret eating that Moose pate pizza last night.

Me: I told you it probably wasn’t a good idea.

Mr. Underfoot: You’re the one who is always harping on me about trying new things you dick!

Me: And you should.

Mr. Underfoot: Why don’t you try something new like getting off your ass for a change and cleaning out that refrigerator. I swear you’ve got some weird biological experiment going on in there.  Or would it just be easier to call in a CDC Hazmat Team at this point?

Me: That fridge scares me. Remember that last girl who went to get a glass of milk in the middle of the night?

Mr. Underfoot: Sure I remember, nice rack and knew exactly where to scratch my chin so my leg would get to thumping: What ever happened to her?

Me: I have no idea, I woke up the next morning and she was gone, but she’s now on that milk carton she drank from.

Mr. Underfoot: Dude that milk is from two years ago?  I’ll call an Exorcist just in case.

Me: And maybe call out for some Pizza too while you’re at it. I’m getting kinda hungry again. Just leave off the pate this time okay?

Mr. Underfoot: You’re such a dick!

Pizza Night

Tuesday I reblogged this picture, and said I was going to try the recipe out on Friday. Well I did, and they were so incredibly delicious. I didn’t have any pepperoni available so I made some bacon to crumble on top.  I also topped them with a little dash of red pepper flake.  Needless to say after devouring 7 of them in under 20 minutes. I will be making these little tortilla pizza muffins again in the near future.

On a side note, since I was already cooking Bacon for my lil mini pizzas I also cooked up some Bacon Wrapped Chicken Fillets for a slow cook pasta meal I will be making tomorrow night.  The downside of this sudden cooking frenzy is that my sink is now full to bursting with dishes and pots that need to be cleaned.  I am not looking forward to that part.

As someone who learned how to make pizza a long, long time ago (yeah I can spin the dough in the air and all those other tricks) having pizza for dinner on a Friday night is pretty much a tradition around here.  A tradition I thought was going to come to an end tonight. With the Blizzard we had on Tuesday and the two days of heavy snow that followed combined with the fact that the town didn’t plow out my alley until last night, supplies have been getting kinda low. I had used my last pizza crust last Friday, and thought I was going to get to the grocery store before tonight. The nearest grocery store and pizza joint being 30 minutes away.  Much to my chagrin, that wasn’t going to happen even today. You see, when they plowed the alley they pushed all the snow up against my side door to the point I can’t open it until I shovel it out.  To do that I have to shovel through snow from my front door to the side of my house, and that shit just wasn’t gonna get done today. Then I thought, well I could use my bread maker to make some fresh dough, but it turns out the yeast in my cupboard was expired. Then I figured I could suck it up and walk to gas station/convenience store and order one of their cardboard piece of crap pizzas, but it would be ice cold by the time I walked back home, and it just wasn’t worth the effort. Then I remembered I had some English Muffins in the freezer.  Mom used to make mini muffin pizzas all the time for us when we were kids. I had the sauce, cheese, and toppings handy so why not give it a shot.  Sure, it’s not exactly the same, but sometimes you have to make due with what you have.  Screw You Mother Nature! You ain’t gonna ruin my Pizza Night! God I love Spring in Minnesota….

As someone who learned how to make pizza a long, long time ago (yeah I can spin the dough in the air and all those other tricks) having pizza for dinner on a Friday night is pretty much a tradition around here.  A tradition I thought was going to come to an end tonight.

With the Blizzard we had on Tuesday and the two days of heavy snow that followed combined with the fact that the town didn’t plow out my alley until last night, supplies have been getting kinda low. I had used my last pizza crust last Friday, and thought I was going to get to the grocery store before tonight. The nearest grocery store and pizza joint being 30 minutes away.  Much to my chagrin, that wasn’t going to happen even today. You see, when they plowed the alley they pushed all the snow up against my side door to the point I can’t open it until I shovel it out.  To do that I have to shovel through snow from my front door to the side of my house, and that shit just wasn’t gonna get done today.

Then I thought, well I could use my bread maker to make some fresh dough, but it turns out the yeast in my cupboard was expired. Then I figured I could suck it up and walk to gas station/convenience store and order one of their cardboard piece of crap pizzas, but it would be ice cold by the time I walked back home, and it just wasn’t worth the effort.

Then I remembered I had some English Muffins in the freezer.  Mom used to make mini muffin pizzas all the time for us when we were kids. I had the sauce, cheese, and toppings handy so why not give it a shot.  Sure, it’s not exactly the same, but sometimes you have to make due with what you have.  Screw You Mother Nature! You ain’t gonna ruin my Pizza Night!

God I love Spring in Minnesota….