Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Chloe Likes To Eat

Sunday Roast. I love it, do not take this post to mean that I do not adore the smell of roasted chicken wafting through the house, the crunch of a roasted potato, the savory goodness of stuffing and best excuse EVER to fill half of my plate with vegetables. But Sunday is a day I rarely eat a roast. For some people a take-away or going out is their Sunday treat and for many the roast is still the only meal to be served come the end of the week. For me Sundays are all about pizza.
Thin, crispy base, garlicky tomato sauce, the crunch of a pepper, the richness of chorizo, soft mushrooms, sweet and crunchy onions, exploding cherry tomatoes, mozzarella pools and chunks of feta and maybe even some goat’s cheese. Plenty of black pepper, a good dusting of oregano and a *quicker than I’ve moved all day* hot plate. Perfection, no?

Pizza is a serious business in our house. My dad even bought an extra pizza tray to ensure I wouldn’t have to share my Pizza with The Guy- who has very quickly worked out that Sundays are good nights to be about chez moi. My dad makes the bases- very simple, basically bread dough, and the tomato sauce- equally simple- blitzed tinned tomatoes, garlic, onions, black pepper, teaspoon of sugar and a pinch of salt, reduced on low heat until consistency of choice. Whole buffalo mozzarella is pretty much a must. Toppings may also include (but are not limited to) seafood, olives, anchovies, capers, home cooked ham, fresh basil, peppers, mushrooms, tomatoes, extra cheese…
I struggle with a whole one of these. If someone puts it in front of me, I can make myself eat a whole pizza, but I always feel very uncomfortably full afterward, and wish I hadn’t. Leaving a third of it is all a question of will power. That remaining third becomes my Monday lunch.
Do you have a regular Sunday dinner? Is there a food institution in your house that cannot be missed?
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