Pizza Stories (Part 1)
May 21, 2012 8:34 am
Updated: May 23, 2012 6:33 am
Part 1 because as you will soon discover, I am a pizza nut. Fanatic. Crazed. Use whatever term you wish, anyone and everyone who knows me knows I love pizza. It was one of the first things I learned to cook because my mother didn't like pizza so her attitude
was "You want it, you cook it". OK...done.
Through the years, I have pursued homemade pizza perfection with zeal. I've pretty much perfected my sauce and was prepping last night when my son offered to help me. (OK, I told him to help me but that doesn't sound as nice, now does it?).
I tasked him with cooking up the Italian sausage while I chopped up veggies for our salad. When I mentioned he needed to remove the casings before cooking them, he asked me how I knew to do that. This took me back to the first time I cooked Italian sausage.
I laughed as I explained the first time I ever made dinner for a beau was spaghetti with Italian sausage. My roommate called me 20 minutes into my cooking to tell me about the casings- I had no idea and had just thrown them in. Yes, my son, it was ruined
and I won't let you go down the same path.
We had fun making dinner together last night and considering two pies are completely gone, the meal was a success. And not a bit of cooked sausage casing in sight..