Okaaaaay party time. Sort of. In my head. I know it’s weird. Cajun sausage in . . . pizza form? Well yeah! We can call this a flatbread. We can call it a pizza. I’m calling it both for two reasons. A) I didn’t make my crust. I have many many pizza crust recipes on […]
Anyone in the mood for a complete mood boost? Because it’s a flatbread with cheese, sausage and eggs on it. Which I know you already gathered from the title that said breakfast flatbread with a sausage and eggs, but I just felt like bringing it to the table again. …Badomp? Look at this! It’s distressingly […]
Just want to make sure you caught the word ranch in the title. Ranch pizzas. These are ranch pizzas. There’s ranch in them. You know when you say a word so many times you don’t know what it is or if it’s right anymore? That just happened with ranch. Why does it sound weird? It’s […]
Am I the only one who desperately wants to pet those little chickpeas and call them Frank? This appetizer! First of all, I can’t take credit for it. It’s not mine. But I did inhale 5/8ths of it in 12 minutes flat. Does that count? My sweetie pie/travel partner gal friend Sonja of A Couple […]
(This post is definitely in partnership with Flatout Flatbread, but all ramblings and pizza inhalings are totally my own. We coo?) More pizza! And I’m not mad about it. Lately, Aaron and I have been more inspired to let the farmer’s markets dictate our grubbing. Listen now, I’m still a raging planner with a stupid […]
You know those birds I was talking about singing A Chorus Line on my back porch at 6am? They’ve now moved on to The Phantom of the Opera and I can’t decide if I owe them admission fees or a knuckle sandwich. Let’s talk about flatbread while I try to figure out these perplexities in […]
