Pizza night. Do you guys have food nights at your house? Taco Tuesday, Eggs Benedict Sunday, Pizza Friday. And so on. Etc. We do. Well, we try to. Seriously. HOW GREAT IS PIZZA NIGHT!!!!! For the longest time, Friday night after work meant pizza time. Every single week, like clockwork. And somehow, about a year
You guys, pizza Monday might be my new favourite thing. Well, to be honest, it’s not really a thing…but making/writing about/eating pizza on a Monday morning can’t possibly be a bad thing. Right? Right. Two weeks ago I was lucky enough to tour around one of my favourite cities, eating like there was no tomorrow.
This week was pretty awesome. And an awesome week means Friday night pizza. Well, to be honest, most weeks mean Friday night pizza, but great ones require it. Celebrating with a nice glass of red, some za, and, because it’s summer (or close enough to it), hang-outs on the back deck. Here’s a run down…
We love pizza night at our house. Friday. Oh, glorious, wonderful, perfect day of the week. Friday, at our house, is pizza night. Now, to be fair, I’d be completely cool with every night being pizza night, but being adults who would rather not get scurvy, we keep pizza night to a once a week
Pizza for breakfast. These are the things that a young college aged Dennis loved, dreamed of, and made possible as often as he could. Of course, typically it was cold, never homemade, and quality deficient at best. Years ago, the band I was in decided that we were going to make the trip from Moncton
This may be my new favourite breakfast pizza. Margarita, you’ll always have my pizza heart, but this one is a zinger. But sometimes when brunch time rolls around, you want to be able to eat pizza without shame. To boldly breakfast, where few have breakfast’d before. This is perfect for a crowd, and they won’t