Everyone meet Colin or Ollie. This kid has totally stolen my heart! You have no idea how rare that is. After having four kids there is no biological clock ticking in me. It's a dry, barren wasteland. When I see a baby, my nipples don't lactate and my uterus does not ache. I have no urge to have another. When I see a baby, I think 'Oh, that's nice.' and go on my merry way. It's not even a blip on the radar. It's so dry that I have made it pretty clear I don't really want to watch my nephews or nieces until they are over the age of two. I find babies boring, even when they were my own. I like them more interactive without the stinky diaper smell. I'm the W.C. Fields of the soccer mommy set. But Colin, all of three years old makes me want to have another... if the baby was just like him.
Now in the interest of not playing favorites. Colin has a brother and sister who are equally as cool as Ollie but on this day Ollie was hanging around me and his other siblings were out and about playing with my fearsome foursome.
Mr. Ollie was bound and determined to help me cook. He was going to make pizza with me. No. Matter. What. His parents call him bossy, I beg to differ. He was not pushy, snotty, or whiny like other little three year olds can be. Nope, he very firmly but calmly stated that, 'Krysta, I want to help' while his hands were hovering right over the pizza dough waiting for me to say yes. Once I said yes, Colin ran to the bathroom and washed his hands (No joke, I didn't even ask), grabbed a stool, and flattened and stretched the dough. He also spread the pizza sauce and sprinkled mozzarella cheese, olives, and other assorted toppings over the pizzas. All with minimal and I mean, minimal help. I know why I like him, he's independent and vocal, with minimum fuss. My kind of kid.
Starting clockwise from the top: Mushroom and bell peppers, jalapeno and bacon, and tomato and peperoncini. Yes, the last was stolen blatantly from Noble Pig. I have had this in sandwich form for the last couple days, it is that good.
A three year made these without my help. I am useless, pretty soon my kids will be writing this blog for me.
Pizza dough recipe here.
If you haven't made this recipe, we can't be friends anymore. It's so easy, pretty much idiot proof. I can actually make dough that's good. Now if I get off my duff and make a sourdough starter, I will rule the world with my pizza dough making skillz. I will be so good at pizza dough I can spell the word skills with a z and you won't be able to do anything but bask in the presence of the Z and my total world dominance. Ask me or anybody in my family about me being the supreme commander of the universe. Seriously, I am. Didn't you know that your rubbing computer keys with the most awesomest person ever? Yeah, neither did I.
For the pizza sauce:
1 12 ounce can of tomato paste
a little drizzle of olive oil
enough italian seasoning and garlic powder to make the pizza sauce smell like a pizza Scratch 'n' Sniff sticker.
Heat in a saucepan over low to medium heat.
Add whatever toppings look good. Bake in a oven at the highest heat possible or grill.
Who remembers Scratch 'n' Sniff Stickers? My fifth grade teacher used to hand them out as rewards. In fifth grade, I think I would have sold my soul to the devil for more stickers or at the very least shanked someone at the playground for theirs.
My favorites as a kid, in no particular order:
Root Beer Float
Peaches and Cream
and of course...
Now as an adult I would want these Scratch 'n' Sniff stickers:
Jack and Coke
Garlic and Onion
Freshly baked cookies
What would be your favorites?