The Imposter

Hello my ducklings! The weightloss has been slow and painful. Due to my complete inability to keep butter out of my face I've decided to go in a different direction. So today I tried something a little different: Pizza.

Not just any pizza though (that would be silly wouldn't it?), but a low-carb pizza. Dear refined carbs, I miss you! What I don't miss, though, is all the bloat and water weight I've dropped since I started this thing. Sigh. I guess you can't argue with science...or results.

Imposter Pizza

Crust:
1/4 cup ground flaxseed
1 cup shredded mozzarella cheese
3 eggs
1 tbsp olive oil
1/4 tsp salt
2 tbsp water

Toppings:
1/4 cup tomato sauce, watered down
1 60g garlic cheese chicken sausage, cut in the manner of your satisfaction and fried
1/2 cup mini fresh mozzarella balls
fresh basil I stupidly forgot to get this, which is why mine has none. But basil is good for you, you should eat it.

~Mix all the crust ingredients together in a bowl until well integrated.
~Grease a frying pan just enough to prevent sticking; note--the larger your pan, the larger and thinner your crust will be. This recipe gives you enough to make either 1 largish pizza or 2 small personal pizzas.
~Pour the crust batter into the pan and cover, cooking for 5-6 minutes until the crust is solid and cooked through. The thinner you spread the batter, the crispier the crust will be.
~Remove the crust from the pan carefully and lay it on a baking tray.
~Spread the tomato sauce over the crust, and top with cheese, sausage, and basil.
~Bake in the oven at 400˚F until the cheese is melted and the crust is crispy.

Midnight Snacks Episode 1

I would first like to congratulate the other inhabitants of my building for not setting off the fire alarm today.

Second, yes, I am indeed making a post at 4 AM. The reason for this is because I am staying up atrociously late to boil water.

Yes. That's right. Boiling water. Not even with an egg or two in the water. Just water. To drink. Because I have personally always felt that buying large quantities of bottled water was a bit stupid when you had a perfectly good kitchen tap right there. I know there is a group of paranoid people who will immediately warn me "Don't do it! Tap water has lead and contaminants and blah, blah blah..." whatever. Past generations have grown up just fine on just water boiled over the stove. If you're that worried, do what everyone says and run the tap for 2 minutes before consuming any of it. I refuse to use bottled water for all my cooking and drinking purposes, and people who are still paranoid can just go here and read up on tap water safety and then come back and inform me of it.

Those of you who wonder why the hell I am not boiling my water while the sun is actually up do not know me well. Which is understandable, because those who do know me know that I like to stay up late. A lot. Really late. And these late-night vigils often involve a snack. Maybe even snacks. And therein lies the reason for my late-night-ness.


Yes, I actually do this. You may laugh.

Tonight, the snack is the leftover margherita pizza that I had as a parting meal with The Boyfriend before he embarked upon his journey back home. Yes, we are totally serious about this long-distance relationship thing. And those of you who can only offer pessimistic comments about the imminent outcome of this endeavor can suck it. Now now, Yumi, be nice!

Ahem. Anywhoo...this margherita pizza by Brooklyn's Tomato N Basil, I would say, is not quite on par with the one I enjoyed on two occasions at Cranbury Pizza, which I just discovered is famous for their margherita pizza (I might be biased, but this is my blog and I'll be biased if I want to). But it was definitely yummy, and dammit I'm no food critic--The Boyfriend and I got a whole pie and had three slices apiece, and wrapped up the remaining two and brought it back to my dormitory. I would gladly eat this pizza again in a heartbeat. Which I am now doing. And with a mug of Arizona Iced Green Tea, I am content.


On a random note, on the way back to my dormitory after pizza, I bought four beautiful vine-ripened tomatoes that actually smell like tomatoes from a street cart by my building for $1.50. As opposed to the two tasteless beefsteak tomatoes Whole Foods fleeced me $2.95 for a few days ago. I am so never buying produce at Whole Foods again. I don't care how organic their food is, if I can't afford it it's not happening.