Do you know what you're having for dinner tonight? I do - I mean, I know what you're having, or what you should be having, that is. We had this last night - and it was easy, fast, yummy and once the kids got the hang of it, they were able to do it mostly by themselves - at least the older ones. So make it tonight. No, really, make it.
And, AND, I had all the ingredients in the house, which is saying alot considering that we are on day seven of a winter break that has thus far, seen three snowstorms. That means ALOT of time in the house, cooking something like seven or eight meals a day.
To start, make one batch of your favorite pizza dough recipe or just use frozen pizza dough, about two pounds worth. And for what it is worth, Trader Joe's sells excellent frozen pizza dough for 99cents a pound. I'm just sayin. If Trader Joe's wasn't so far away, my pizza dough recipe would never see the light of day.
Then I kind of followed the directions I found here.
Roll out half the dough into something resembling a rectangle and using a pizza cutter, cut lines to make a bunch of squares. Mine were not all the same size, were probably not even really squares and really, it made no difference whatsoever. Sprinkle some cheese onto each square and sit back and watch as the kids try to roll the squares up around the cheese, attempting to make cheese-filled dough balls. They don't have to be perfect - remember, this is dinner and an activity rolled up into one, well, cheese-filled dough ball. This all took a good 30 minutes, totally enough time to call this a successful-time-waster-that-is-not-TV.
Have the kids place each ball into a greased pan, preferably disposable so there will be no cleanup. Brush some olive oil on top, sprinkle some garlic powder and/or onion powder, salt, whatever you have. If you have any leftover cheese, sprinkle some on top too.
Bake in a preheated 400 degree oven for 20 minutes and you will be rewarded with a delicious and fun(!) pull apart pizza, without sauce. Without sauce? Not entirely. Each kid got a dixie cup filled with pizza sauce to dip his or her dinner into. And while I wish I could say fun was had by all, it was not, in fact, had by all.
My conversation with my little contrarian went something like this:
Him: Where's the pizza?
Me: Right here. This is the pizza. You just helped make it.
Him: No. This isn't pizza. I want pizza.
Me: It is. There's sauce and cheese and dough.
Him: No. No. No. NO. THIS IS NOT PIZZAAA!
Me: Do you want cereal and milk?
And now, if you are a mother to small children you will automatically know what happened next.
Every other child at the table, including our extra-long-and-yet-very-well-behaved-playdate-friend who up until now had been very happily dunking his dough into his cup of pizza sauce, demands cereal and milk.
Cereal and milk for everyone!
Except for my good natured Josh, who is very happily making his way around the table eating all the untouched pizza pull aparts.
You know what they say, a kid has to see a new food fifteen times before accepting it. It just never occured to me that pizza, in any form, would ever qualify as a new food in my house.
Are you a Mom?
Of course you are,
your shirt is dirty :)