For the last four evenings, I’ve been leaving the house in the late afternoon to speak at libraries around the Seattle area. (Last night I drove high into the hills, up toward the mountains.) This meant I spent every evening away from Danny and Lucy.
Danny packed me a dinner for the road every evening, his love on a plate. One night was roasted chicken, eggplant chutney, a sorghum-lentil salad, and a pile of cherries. The next was a chickpea salad with fresh-made harissa, grilled vegetables, and preserved lemons. (It was so deeply satisfying we might do a post for each part of the recipe soon.) There was bread and cheese with green tea the night I had to take care of it myself. And tonight, a salad of lettuce from our garden with grilled figs wrapped in prosciutto.
Yeah, living gluten-free is certainly deprivation, isn’t it?
This meant that Danny cooked Lu dinner every evening. And since he is wonderfully kind to that kiddo, he let her choose dinner every evening.
Tonight, she asked for pasta pizza.
She wanted him to make tomato sauce, cook pasta, and then put them both on a pizza crust to bake.
Darned if it wasn’t great. (I had a slice when I returned home, before sitting down to write.)
When I posted a photo, people lost their minds. Pasta on pizza! I think there will be quite a few of these for dinner this weekend, out there in your kitchens.
Then our friend Carol mentioned an old favorite from her gluten days: macaroni and cheese pizza.
Oh man. Friday nights are pizza nights around here. We might just have to make that tomorrow.