I don't eat pizza very often but over the past week two factors came together to make me want some. First, I found an extremely affordable local mozzarella (yay!) and second, the weather turned cool and rainy (making turning the oven on seem like a pleasure instead of a torture device). For the crust we used the Friday Night Pizza recipe from Barbara Kingsolver's Animal Vegetable Miracle. It makes enough dough for two large pizzas. We made one mid-week and refrigerated the rest of the dough until the weekend when we made two smaller pizzas.
Pizza 1: Pesto made from the garden last fall and frozen, local (made in the state) mozzarella, tomatoes and arugula from the garden.
Pizza 2: Balsamic tomato sauce, local mozzarella, capers, hot peppers and anchovies. One of the pizza recipes from Jamie Oliver's Italian cookbook. (Had a little trouble transferring this one from cutting board to pizza stone, thus the unevenly distributed toppings).
Pizza 3: Balsamic tomato sauce, goat cheese, local feta, basil from garden, and organic figs (from Trader Joe's-- my fig farm is still in it's infancy here and production was minimal).
Meanwhile in the garden we've continued to get some good corn, the tomatillos are stepping it up, and the cucumbers have reached the point where my mom is taking giant bags of them to work with her to give away on a daily basis.
Also, today I realized that the PBS show Gourmet's Diary of a Foodie (only season one so far) is on Hulu. This made me happy, as I've always wanted to watch it but am never home when it airs. You can also download all three seasons from itunes for free.
And I FINALLY received my September Vogue in the mail. The bad thing about reading blogs is that you discover that your postal carrier is freakin' annoying and holds magazines way longer than he's supposed to because everyone else has had their copies for at least a week and a half. Ugh! I was convinced that someone stole it from my mailbox. I get a little uptight about my Vogue since its the only magazine that I religiously read cover to cover. I like to read magazines in the morning with my breakfast, so I haven't cracked it open yet, but the smell of perfume samples that wafted out when I removed the plastic wrap made me happy.