Friday Night Pizza

I'm a few days behind in posting, so we'll start where we left off. Thursday we had left-overs of the One Wild Chick Soup from Wednesday night. Usually I think soup is better the second day, not so with this one. It was still good on the second day, but it wasn't nearly as good as it was fresh from the pot on Wednesday.

Friday was going to be quesadillas, but when Friday rolled around that just didn't sound good any more. So, I pulled a ball of pizza dough out of the freezer and let it thaw. Later that evening Mairin and I rolled out the dough and topped it with a little tomato sauce, some mozzarella cheese, sliced roma tomatoes, salt and pepper, and a little bit of fresh basil. It was plain, and simple and incredibly delicious. Since our trip to Italy, pizza just hasn't been the same. American pizza is too doughy, too saucy, and just too much. This pizza came pretty darn close to the pizza margherita we came to love.