Pizza For The Patient

The good news is that the flu My Beloved caught on Christmas Eve didn't affect his appetite very much. So, while more or less trapped in the house with my favorite sickie, I had fun cooking up a storm. Normally, we eat breakfast and lunch on our separate schedules and I only cook dinner. However, this week, he wasn't feeling up to prepping his own food, so I did more breakfasts and lunches that ever before, as well as dinners.

One of the more delightful discoveries I made is that I don't have to make my own pizza dough if I don't want to. My local market, as well as my local pizza parlor, are happy to sell fresh pizza dough for a small sum. That leaves me free to invent or refine our favorite pizzas. 

I love mushroom pizza. Given the choice, every pizza I eat would be loaded with mushrooms on top of the cheese - and nothing else.  However, I'm happily married to a dedicated carnivore, so we often add meat to the mix. 

This time, after heating my geriatric oven (and did I tell you the cook top died over Christmas? Thank heavens the remodel of the kitchen will happen early in the new year!) as hot as it would go and, rolling out the dough as thinly as I could, I topped this pizza with sautéed crimini mushrooms for maximum mushroom flavor and slices of mild Italian sausage.

Not exactly original, but all the ingredients were fresh and rich with flavor - we gobbled it up! 

Next time, many, many more mushrooms!  I am sure they had therapeutic value for the patient.