Pizza makes me smile.
So does this little guy.
You’ve seen his sweet face before. He was begging for a cut out cookie. Of course I let him have one. (he signed PLEASE, and that gets me every time)
Any time his mommy asks me to come out to the farm, there’s no debating, I go. Not having little ones of my own, nights like these are just what I need. To see little hands, so eager to get up to the counter to help, there is nothing else like it.
How did he do?
My little man Q gave it two thumbs up.
We’ve been making this crust since the first week of having the cookbook. It gets better every single time. I don’t obsess over getting it rolled into a perfect looking pizza anymore. With strategically arranged toppings. (just like I had to stop freaking out about pictures with the best lighting, just not happening in Wisconsin winter)
Nope. Things are more rustic looking these days. (although the one up above was so-very-tasty)
And we roll it out super-duper thin now too. Not only do you get a flaky, crispy crust, but more pizzas to share.
If you are missing pizza, do yourself a favor and get this book. Friends and family are asking for the gluten-free pizza these days.
That makes me smile too.