Fast Food
I am putting in a plug for Kinnickinnick brand pre-baked pizza crusts. Oh my dear god these are delicious. Get them in the freezer section of your local more-organic-than-thou grocery store - they are 7" across and come in a package of 4.
To prepare, since they are already baked, all you have to do is heat them up a little before topping. Unlike wheat-flour breads which toughen under this treatment, rice-flour breads respond beautifully to microwave thawing, so this step is superquick.
I topped ours (2 for the 3 of us) with my own spaghetti sauce (crammed with veg of course), canned mushrooms (they hold up in the oven better than fresh), pepperoni slices, and the remaining pitifully small amount of mozzarella. Normally I would slather on a bunch of cheddar and jack also, but amazingly, since I stopped eating wheat I am not buying nearly as much cheese either, so we were out of all but the mozz and a scoshe of parmesan, which also went on.
Into the toaster oven at 450 for about 5-6 minutes - just enough to melt, blend, and crisp a tiny bit. The child hopped right up to the table and ate 3 cute little triangles, while J. and I praised him for sudden Pleases and Thank Yous and got non-stuffed full very fast. There are still a few slices left for the boy's lunch tomorrow even.
Really, come on. A meal that filled us all up, was fairly inexpensive (don't think about the cost of all those organic vegetables in that sauce don't don't don't), and truly took 15 minutes from concept to table. Yowza!
It's been a good "health" weekend all around, really. I got a massage after far too long a break (and I know better, I do it for a living). After hearing me rave about how much better I feel, J. actually let me book *him* into an empty spot in my schedule today, so I had the unexpected pleasure of working on my husband in my treatment space. It felt so good to be able to actually do something to make him comfortable, to help his health along. And he felt comfy on my table, enjoyed the music (Dean Evenson "Tao of Healing," which he bought for me years ago), and really felt better. We went out for a salad lunch afterward, feeling virtuous and light and even taking a short walk.
I know, listening to somebody else's health kick doesn't interest most people. I always like reading this kind of thing, though, and it feels good to be able to write it myself.
To prepare, since they are already baked, all you have to do is heat them up a little before topping. Unlike wheat-flour breads which toughen under this treatment, rice-flour breads respond beautifully to microwave thawing, so this step is superquick.
I topped ours (2 for the 3 of us) with my own spaghetti sauce (crammed with veg of course), canned mushrooms (they hold up in the oven better than fresh), pepperoni slices, and the remaining pitifully small amount of mozzarella. Normally I would slather on a bunch of cheddar and jack also, but amazingly, since I stopped eating wheat I am not buying nearly as much cheese either, so we were out of all but the mozz and a scoshe of parmesan, which also went on.
Into the toaster oven at 450 for about 5-6 minutes - just enough to melt, blend, and crisp a tiny bit. The child hopped right up to the table and ate 3 cute little triangles, while J. and I praised him for sudden Pleases and Thank Yous and got non-stuffed full very fast. There are still a few slices left for the boy's lunch tomorrow even.
Really, come on. A meal that filled us all up, was fairly inexpensive (don't think about the cost of all those organic vegetables in that sauce don't don't don't), and truly took 15 minutes from concept to table. Yowza!
It's been a good "health" weekend all around, really. I got a massage after far too long a break (and I know better, I do it for a living). After hearing me rave about how much better I feel, J. actually let me book *him* into an empty spot in my schedule today, so I had the unexpected pleasure of working on my husband in my treatment space. It felt so good to be able to actually do something to make him comfortable, to help his health along. And he felt comfy on my table, enjoyed the music (Dean Evenson "Tao of Healing," which he bought for me years ago), and really felt better. We went out for a salad lunch afterward, feeling virtuous and light and even taking a short walk.
I know, listening to somebody else's health kick doesn't interest most people. I always like reading this kind of thing, though, and it feels good to be able to write it myself.