Nothing’s really that simple.
On this blog, I often worry that I am compelled to portray myself as this teenage Martha Stewart-wannabe, but that’s not reality.
If I were Lauren Conrad or Martha Stewart, this would be different. It is their job to look super fabulous and manicured for their readers — exhibiting guru-like knowledge on flower arrangements and sock buns that don’t look stupid. For me, this whole blogging thing is a little different. I don’t have endless funds to spend on peonies, my hair will never look good in a sock bun, and I have no authority to tell you all how to mix a pink mimosa.
|my beautiful, blank pizza canvas|
My goal is to get closer to you all as readers and tell it like it is. I want you to be able to read my blog posts and be all like “whoa, she gets it!,” or “omg me too.” Definitely not a “my life is in shambles, how can I be more like her” (because believe me, my life is in shambles sometimes too).
Yes, I have a collection of vintage mason jars and milk bottles, I have a bin dedicated to washi tape, and I make my own granola. But that is just one side of me.
The part that you don’t see as much is the fact that I am a worrier, I enjoy a little bit (lot a bit) of mess in my room, and I am often very stubborn. Thus, along with the baker’s twine, DSLR shots, and confectioners sugar comes real feelings, real mistakes, and the real joy beyond making a photogenic batch of cupcakes. Also, I often eat things straight out of the fridge (i.e. not plated with perfect lighting and garnishes).
One of my favorite things to eat standing up at the fridge is apple pie. My dad used to always buy those grocery store apple pies, and I’d always keep standing up, sneaking over to the fridge and eating just a little sliver (by the end of the hour the pie was usually half eaten). That apple pie tasted so much better than warm apple pie all served up with ice cream and whipped cream and a mint spring (mint does not belong on apple pie). Something about the cold, gooey, finger-food nature of it made it just that amazing.
Pizza is another classic “fridge food,” cold pizza straight from the fridge is a delecacie of its own. It tastes nothing like pizza, but it tastes pretty good!
|look at that big, fat crust!|
Enough chit-chat. Let’s talk about this pizza. This is a real life recipe.
Ain’t nobody got time to make real apple pie on a school night. But we’ve got time for pizza pie. This pizza version of apple pie is all of the cinnamon-y apple goodness without the opressive pastry/pie crust rolling! (especially if you use store-bought pizza dough… that’s real life)
The thing is, real life often tastes better than “ideal life” (a life in which I made a mile-high apple pie with a rum syrup reduction with apples that I picked from my garden). This strange amalgamation of the classy, the trashy, and the unique creates something truly spectacular. This pizza is a wonderful hybrid between you’re grandmother’s apple pie (classy), Domino’s Cinnastix (trashy), and a cream cheese frosting drizzled cinnamon buns (unique?).
The end result? Something perfect to eat standing up at the fridge.
If you’re looking for more easy-peasy pizza recipes to eat standing up at the fridge, you’re in luck. It’s Pizza Week on NoshOn.It! Checkout the hashtag #PizzaWeek on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram or check out the Pizza Week Pinterest Board. The inspiration is endless!
|it’s so gooey I’m gonna die!!!!!|
(alternatively, you could use store-bought dough)
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