Potato Leek Pizza

Three seconds after I had filled my belly with the morning’s eggs and toast, wiped my mouth and pushed my plate away, my husband inquires, “What do you want for supper?”  I find this the worst possible time to ask someone what they want for supper, because the obvious answer is something along the lines of: who cares about supper, I just ate breakfast, how can you possibly be thinking about food at a time like this?  But he is thinking about food, because my husband is all about the groceries.  He walked into the kitchen, opened the freezer and began rattling off possibilities:  beef fajitas, chicken, tenderloin, or pizza.  I chose pizza. 

Tonight was pizza night at the J&A Chicken Ranch.  But it ain’t your ordinary pizza.  We forewent greasy pepperoni slathered in tomato sauce and instead made a dreamy homemade pizza.   It’s a recipe for Potato Leek Pizza from the Pioneer Woman.

I know what you’re thinking.  Potatoes? On a pizza? 

Listen folks, don’t knock it till you try it. 

The Pioneer Woman Cooks: Recipes from an Accidental Country Girl

The recipe is in her cookbook, which is really worth buying, but the recipe is also plastered all over the internet.  Having this silly, nilly blog, I do consider copyright laws on occasion.  Also I’ve never broken a law in my life, especially copyright laws.  Being a teacher, you must know I would never, ever copy something wrongfully.  Not a lesson.  Not a test.  Not a book.  Not my bottom on the Xerox machine.  Never.  

Plus, I would hate for Ree Drummond to sue me for my chickens and oyster shell, therefore I am choosing not to post her recipe.     But bend an ear to me.  Closer.  A little closer. 

me whispering in your ear:   If you really want it, just google it.

It’s a magical combination of

crust

bacon

leeks (white parts only)

red potatoes

fresh mozzarella, parmesan, and goat cheese

There’s probably a special section in heaven where angels sing Odes to cheese.

You layer it all together,

 stick it in the oven,

 

and *presto* instant happiness.

We don’t make our own crust.  We’re just not that talented around here.  But I’m sure with a homemade pizza crust, it would be absolutely out of this world. If you’re ever in the mood for interesting flavors and something completely different from your average run of the mill pizza, then you should try this.

Then after your belly is good and stuffed, carry  the green tops from the leeks and leftover potatoes outside.  Throw a little  in the compost pile, and the rest to the chickens. 

They deserve it.

Turning the page on January

 I have to go back to work tomorrow.  I’ve had a four day weekend, thanks to this snowstorm, which resulted in a four pound weight gain, thanks to this sweet tooth.  A pound a day, but who’s counting.   I’ve stayed cooped up to the point of stir craziness. 

You know the movie Hope Floats?  You know the part where Birdee lays around for a few days depressed after her husband officially leaves her on national TV?  Her mama finally gives her loving motherly advice and says, “Go on.  Get outside.  Get the stink blown off of ya!”   That pretty much sums it up around here too. 

We did make it out yesterday.  Fresh air.  Here’s our snowman.  I now have a new appreciation for ice sculpters.

I snapped this picture right after its mouth fell off but right before its nose did. 
The weather is still yuck.  I’ve never been to California, or I’d be dreaming of it on a winter’s day.  47 days till Spring.

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J Dub’s been working his magic in the kitchen lately. 

This is a puffed pancake or sometimes called a Dutch baby that we had for breakfast this morning.  Add a little syrup and wa-la!
This was last night’s supper of ribeye steak, risotto, and veggies.  Yum-O!

Two things I could never brag on myself for: 

1.  cooking
2.  remembering song lyrics
3.  following directions
4.  singing
5.  making a bed with hospital corners
6.  coloring my hair
7.  drinking 8 glasses of water per day

I realize I said two, but I got on a roll. 

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February starts tomorrow.  The month of mush.  We are one month into the new year.  How are your resolutions holding up?

Now is the accepted time to make your regular annual good resolutions. Next week you can begin paving hell with them as usual. Yesterday, everybody smoked his last cigar, took his last drink, and swore his last oath. To-day, we are a pious and exemplary community. Thirty days from now, we shall have cast our reformation to the winds and gone to cutting our ancient short comings considerably shorter than ever. We shall also reflect pleasantly upon how we did the same old thing last year about this time. However, go in, community. New Year’s is a harmless annual institution, of no particular use to anybody save as a scapegoat for promiscuous drunks, and friendly calls, and humbug resolutions, and we wish you to enjoy it with a looseness suited to the greatness of the occasion.

[reprinted in The Works of Mark Twain; Early Tales & Sketches, Vol. 1 1851-1864, (Univ. of California Press, 1979), p. 180.]
Territorial Enterprise, January 1, 1863

January, we bid you farewell.

And take your crappy weather with you.

Till February Folks,

Angel