pizza night aka “take that the grotto”

life can be hard when you develop food allergies. my friend elise and i are lactose intolerant buddies. she also has the added burden of gluten intolerance and for me, allergic to shellfish. dining out can be a serious challenge and we had both basically given up the concept of going out for pizza. however one restaurant in town offered up gluten free crust and dairy free cheeses, the grotto our mecca for dietary issue pizza bliss. then tragedy….the grotto moves to bigger location, the menu must be adjusted to handle new experiences and the first thing cut the gluten crust and dairy free cheeses. so elise and i said a big “f.u.” we’ll just do this our selves, thus was born our saturday night pizza night. gluten free crust, lots of dairy free cheese, yummy sauce with a hint of spiciness, peppers, tomatoes, and red onion. who needs the grotto when these two chicks can cook just as badass!

elise with our pre-baked masterpiece

elise with our pre-baked masterpiece

hot out of the oven

hot out of the oven

and it didn't even make my belly hurt

and it didn’t even make my belly hurt

 

 

meatless monday — dinner party for one

once a month i host a meatless monday dinner party i have dubbed “lets do dinner!!!”  a week ago i was supposed to be cooking up a fantastic mediterranean fest for my friends.  homemade white bean lemon hummus, chickpea mint salad, stuffed baby peppers and honey-date cookies.  then i had one of those days, tired crabby, i wanted to still cook up a storm but i didn’t want to share it, i realized.  i wanted to open my favorite bottle of wine but just for me.  i wanted to eat the hummus but i wanted it all to myself.  so i sent out a mass message….dinner canceled do to illness.  i will say that when concerned friends wanted to know about my sickness and if they could aid me in any way, i did admit the illness was crabbiness.   but i realized as i was cooking what i needed was a dinner party for one.  to cook a fabulous meal just for me to enjoy.  why people don’t cook for themselves like they would for others is a mystery to me.  sitting down to my plate of chickpea mint salad, lemony hummus and stuffed peppers with a giant glass of wine all by my sweet self turned out to be the perfect remedy to my illness of crabbiness.

now that makes me say opaa!!

now that makes me say opaa!!