my new fav pizza

matt and dad chilling on top of gt's clough commons post sunrise donuts. my rents came and visited two weekends ago. it was a lovely visit.

matt and dad chilling on top of gt’s clough commons–post sunrise donuts. my rents came and visited two weekends ago. it was a lovely visit.

last night i made the best pizza i have ever had the honor of making. i have been trying to do a little bit more meal planning (for hmmm…heathy and cheap cooking) and list making for less grocery runs/efficiency.

i shall call my new masterpiece: the leek and soppressata deep dish pizza.

first i made this “no knead pan pizza dough.” however, i threw my ingredients into a bread maker (dough cycle) since i had not thought to make the dough that morning or the night before. but oh, it is a nice and easily spreadable dough.

while the bread maker was whirring away, i sautéd:

1 leek (sliced)

1 c. fresh spinach (or a good handful)

1/2 pound baby bella mushrooms (sliced)

hardy spoonful of minced garlic

salt to taste

the dekalb farmer’s market did not have pepperoni, so i bought 4 oz. of hot soppressata and thinly sliced it. once the dough was done, i spread it into an oiled 11 inch cast iron skillet and up onto the sides of the pan. then i covered the bottom with first:

  1. 1 1/2 cups of mozzarella (needs to amply cover bottom)

2. the sauted veggies

3.  the thinly sliced hot soppressata

4. marinara sauce

–don’t over heap the sauce so it becomes too close to the edges of the dough/sides of the pan. the filling expands in the oven 🙂

bake for 20 or so minutes at 450 degrees till the crust is golden brown. let sit for 5 minutes and enjoy! it also makes for excellent leftovers (it might have tasted better the next day).

–the only thing that needs work was that the veggies’ wetness caused the pizza to be little leaky–but it didn’t affect the taste!

un-stationary brits and relations

matt getting his beard yanked

matt getting his beard yanked

chaos

this picture speaks for itself

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katie getting devious again

katie hiding

katie hiding

siblings

matt and katie

all together

all together

 

scattered chairs filled.

voices echoing off each other.

packs and duffles

arranged like new floorboards

along the walls of my house.

warm grey mustaches laughing from my orange chair

working intently to maintain the temperature.

full tables ravished.

the belly of indiana explored by boat

as we sat huddled together in the dark blue cavern.

these things

these images of a full home

fill my mind’s hollow hull.

projecting  family

tied chaotically into an

amorphous bundle

colored in bright paper

pushing over

my private babel.

last week: roca, nebraska

last week was my first time

without a job (since september).

practicing with my aperture, the f-thing, and my iso. ma gave me a camera lesson.

practicing with my aperture, the f-thing, and my iso. ma gave me a camera lesson.

matt had spring break

and we left for

our old home.

my expectations

of course

were

wambasted

(a word here that means: blown out of the water, as usual).

reaching up, up, up!

reaching up, up, up!

we were busier

than i had intended.

i have always struggled with

that problem

affiliating break with relaxation

nothing

being absolutely lazy.

just never happens.

(i need to start stifling that pipe dream).

mi abuela de amor

mi abuela de amor

anyhow.

the week was different

more meaningful

in ways

i could not have imagined.

God created space for me to see

the lovely women

replacing mis pequeñas hermanas lindas.

nights.

so late

the clock hands reaching upwards

ma falling asleep on the couch

tata in bed.

the living room so warm

bodies draped

in pleasant, tired heaps

emitting whispers

and loud laughs.

my mind just gaped

not acquainted with

these new forms:

of woman.

marvelous unexpected snow!

marvelous unexpected snow!

my spirit felt blessings

trickling in

to reservoirs tucked

away

unused.

but brimming now

with an air of wonder

at these lovely

creatures stirring

at the feet of womanhood.

lights shown from

their eyes

and music from their lips

that i drank

hungrily–

excited with

the prospects

of new friends

never leaving

the last blooms of the amaryllis

the last blooms of the amaryllis