Pumpkin and Parmesan Pizza
My brain is a strange place. A really strange place. Because while other people think about normal things like what they are going to do later, I daydream about pizza. Because pizza.
Let me back up. Last weekend, it was gray and rainy and cool. We were having a lazy Saturday hanging out, all three of us in our pajamas, under the covers, watching Princess Sofia. It was pretty much perfect. Minus the Princess Sofia part. I have seen the entire series now several times through. Hence my mind was wandering just a little bit.
And next thing I knew, just a few short hours later, I found myself at her house eating a buffalo chicken boat and making this pizza. And it was delicious. So delicious in fact, that both she and I made it again at our own respective houses the very next day. Because it was that good.
So let us start with how we can do it.