When you make pizza every Friday for 52 weeks (give or take a few) a year, needless to say you gotta keep things fresh and new. This strange thing happened when I asked Dave on a Thursday night “So pizza tomorrow night?” – and he winced. WINCED. And said “Eh, I’m getting kind of sick of pizza”. The horror. But we had gotten lazy. Friday after Friday it was dough, sauce, cheese, turkey pepp and maybe some prosciutto. NO wonder the wince!
This past Friday I was determined to shake things up. So I took a nod from that fab sandwich I love from The Met Bar and Grill that inspired these Baked Eggplant Caprese Stacks from a couple months ago. I basically took all those ingredients and slapped them on our pizza – baked eggplant, pesto, sliced mozzarella and the most amazingly perfect fresh tomatoes from our garden.
PIZZA NIGHT IS SAVED!