Highjacks & high jinx

Well, Steph was in the Poconos, and a man needs to eat. So I decide, if I’m gonna get down, I’m gonna get down and highjack the blog while I’m at it. All I hear about is blogging this and blogging that (not that I’m complaining about being an official taste tester of Stephchows, mind you). How hard can this be, right?? (I’ll tell you how hard: its Thursday night and I’m just writing this mess from Sat!!)

Now, I need to feel like cooking, and that doesn’t happen often, especially with my woman so eager to take on that chore. But desperate times call for desperate measures. She had told me I had stuff to make pizzas (I used to know such things about my own fridge). So, it was ‘go time.’ Whole wheat pizza dough was waiting for me; I just needed to knead it, flatten it, work it a bit. It smelled a little vinegar-y, so that scared me (but not enough to cease operation). Now, I do have some skills in the kitchen, truth be told; the thing is, it is more of throwing things together into a massive goulash-type deal (I am the self-proclaimed “Koncoction King”).

The next logical step, then, was just to start tossing things on top of this canvas. Pesto, garlic, lil grated parm, some diavola tomato sauce, dashes of pepper and pizza spices.. pretty much no rhyme or reason. Top with some Red Hot, fat free mozzarella, and lean turkey pepperoni. Oh yeah, I am a freak with the lowfat etc, so this was all on the healthy tip. I guess you can tell there will be no recipe to follow, but I baked this bad boy at about 400 degrees for 20 minutes or so (who the hell really knows). Check out the pics. Not bad… not bad at all!

before

after

Well this was fun. Ladies, holla for a man who cooks!! Wait - what’s that Steph? What dishes need to be cleaned...? but… but…I’m blogging.