I'm one of those people who really enjoys cooking. Like, really really enjoys it. I threw a dinner party recently, and the entire day leading up to the 8pm dinner, I did nothing but shop and prep and cook. (Okay, with one 45-minute break for an episode of "Friday Night Lights.") I was running around, braising and hollowing and roasting and rolling and skewering and churning, from as soon as I woke up until the first guest walked in the door. And in my book, that was a good, good day.
But no matter how much you love it, you can't do that every day. There just isn't enough time. Sometimes you have to be expedient. Sometimes you have a pizza day. Keep dough on hand (Trader Joe's! 99 cents!), and throw a bunch of stuff at it, then broil.
The pizza. Dinner of champions.
(olive oil, presliced Columbus salami, lumps of ricotta, grated cheddar, black olives, red pepper flakes, and some pizza seasoning that came free with my last Penzey's order)
