(I was thinking the other day that my blog post titles were very bland now that I'm adding the recipe numbers... so... if I remember... I'll try to come up with a fun sub title.)
I know when I've had an over load of Basel Pesto Pizza when the next morning... yes excuse me ladies but it must be said.... the next morning you burp and you get a faint "reminder" of the amount of basil you consumed the night before... it was quite hysterical.
Innocently at work sitting at my desk...boom... there it was, an instant reminder of the yummy yummy pesto pizza from the night before. Tehehe
Basil Pesto Pizza is the BOMB... wait, should I be typing BOMB on here? Well it IS the BOMB. I absolutely love it. Trader Joe's (if you have not realized by now, is one of my most favorite food stores to shop in) has this yummy premade Basil Pesto Pizza... It's affordable and all, but I am on this crazy cooking adventure so I thought I could just make my own.
I shopped around the store and and found all the necessary ingredients. I grabbed some premade pizza dough (come on now... it was already 8pm and I was not in the mood to make it from scratch), and I found premade basil Pesto in a jar, some canned diced tomatoes.... and a log of fresh Motz. (I plan on learning how to make home made pesto as soon as I get a food processor... promise !)
Upon opening the premade pizza dough I was slammed with memories. The dough was so fresh and the yeast was just powerful enough to hit you in the face with a wonderful smell. It brought back so many memories. First big memory was of my Grandmother and back when I was a weee little girl with pigtails, one day we made teddy bear bread... Teddy Bear Bred is well... bred in the shape of a Teddy Bear... and baked in the oven. It was very cute, and it even had raisin buttons ! When I get a chance I'll sort through all my old photos... I know I have a photo of it some where... I think... and scan it in.... anyway it was cute, and yummy.
Second memory from the yeast came from my days at the bakery. Did I tell you I worked at a bakery for like 6 years of my life? And I wonder where my hips and butt come from ! Well there would be times in the back kitchen that would smell just like this pizza dough... ahh memories. I love how smells and aromas can bring back forgotten memories like that.
Well this yeast smell was sooo yummy, sooo fresh, and soooo begging for needing and rolling out in to a yummy pizza crust.
And that's what I did.
(and PLEASE PLEASE forgive my horrible photographs, has such a hard time white balancing... ugh... not my best work at all !)



Recipe #21, 344 more to go.
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