It’s pizzahhhh time.
Specifically, Mediterranean pizza. I spent an entire year of college perfecting my obsessed with feta. I had a roommate who’s mom used to buy feta at some international market and then send it back to school with her. Think about the most wonderful feta you’ve ever had…and yup, that was it. If you asked me what I miss most about college…I would say that feta. Definitely not tequila, mario kart or peanut butter m&m’s…because when you mix those three things (and you’re not good at mario kart) that equals a terrible night. You’ve been warned.
But good things happen when you eat Mediterranean pizza. For instance, one time when I ate Mediterranean pizza, I got engaged an hour later. Coincidence…I think not.
Everyone has there favorite pizza. Mine? It’s actually BJ’s Sweet Pig Pizza in Laguna Beach. It’s not really the pizza, but the memory of it all. We go to Laguna every year and we always eat at BJ’s after spending the day at Disneyland. I tell you, it’s perfect. And the sweet pig pizza doesn’t have chicken on it and if there is one thing that my sister’s Italian boyfriend has taught me…it’s that it’s blasphemy to put chicken on pizza. So no chicken topped pizza here…even though I luuuvvvv chicken topped pizza. Oh with pesto. Yes. I wonder if pineapple topped pizza is blasphemy too? Probably.
Speaking of my sister. Her birthday was this week and we went here. After wanting to go to Underbelly for like 2 years I was unimpressed. The menu had things like compressed cantaloupe which was neat I guess. It was just a gel that tasted like cantaloupe. There are so many affordable restaurants in Houston that are ohmygoshdelicious that obnoxiously expensive restaurants almost seem like a waste. But that’s just my unrefined palate’s opinion.
Other obnoxiously expensive things…wedding cakes. This week in wedding planning I learned that this cake would cost twice as much as my dress. I just liked the two bottom layers. So fluffy. But that fluffiness will not be happening.
Other wedding happenings…Andrew and I did go and register for wedding gifts. Which was exactly how the movies make it out to be. One of the only things that the movies didn’t give me an unrealistic expectation about. It was great. Except for the part about Andrew liking ugly, bulky silverware and me liking pretty, slender silverware. Annnd he liked the aqua-ish Kitchen Aid mixer while I am set on the cream one. Compromise, ugh.
One thing that doesn’t involve compromise? This pizza. It’s a single serving recipe so no need to compromise with anyone on what the toppings should be…because compromise isn’t fun.