pizza

Broccoli Chicken Pizza with Sun-Dried Tomatoes

February 20, 2017 by theeverykitchen@gmail.com 1 Comment

Broccoli Chicken Pizza with Sun-Dried Tomatoes reminds me of the casseroles Mom made when I was a kid. This pizza recipe is made with an almond flour crust making it gluten free and sugar free.

Let’s face it. How much can I say about pizza? Pizza: America’s favorite food. I could make pizzas all day in a thousand different combinations and I do it often because it’s absolutely the most fabulous way to use up leftover ingredients. (You could go healthier and make a salad, but let’s pretend I haven’t thought of that.) And so my latest creation is Broccoli Chicken Pizza with Sun-Dried Tomatoes.

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Roasted Fennel, Italian Sausage, and Ricotta Pizza

December 21, 2016 by theeverykitchen@gmail.com 2 Comments

Today we are learning new foods. The rest of the blogosphere is discussing what to make for Christmas dinner, what to wear on New Year’s Eve, and what to resolute on January 1^st. We, however, are committed to non-holiday things, like kitchen education. Specifically the education on fennel and fronds, particularly as they relate to Roasted Fennel, Italian Sausage, and Ricotta Pizza.

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Fig & Mushroom Barbecue Pizza

August 28, 2015 by theeverykitchen@gmail.com 4 Comments

And an update on Miller Pup!

I don’t usually post on a Friday morning, but my week has been a little nuts. Normally I would just wait until Monday, but I have something *super* *new* and *different* planned for Monday. Stay tuned.

I’ll try to keep this short and sweet since I know you’re reading it at your work computer and you are hitting “minimize” when your co-worker enters the office or when your boss walks by your cubicle.

[Insert diagram/infographic/datasheet here so it looks like you’re being productive.]

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Cool Summer Veggie Pizza

June 1, 2015 by theeverykitchen@gmail.com Leave a Comment

Mom used to make this all the time when I was little. Cold summer pizza. It’s probably a recipe that started on the side of a Pillsbury package, but I have a photocopy of a years old handwritten recipe card.

It’s unmistakably Mom’s handwriting. Isn’t it funny how we come to recognize these little things and find a second of comfort in them? Mom’s handwriting, familiar stationery with worn edges, memories of sitting on bar stools, picking the radishes out my lunch. So arbitrary and yet heart-warming.

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