AND….while I was there I got pre-made pizza dough for me and my hubby, because you know what? I’M A MOTHER.
BAD MANNERS KITCHEN HOW TO
Fuck me if I know how to make gluten-free pizza dough from scratch, so I decided to buy pre-made. I had a good reason this time! My son has a wheat intolerance, so no normal flour for him. Yes, Thugs I feel you shaking your heads in disgusted dismay at how I brutalise and bastardise your recipes. So here’s where I detoured from the recipe – DON’T JUDGE ME, you don’t know why yet. I remember there was a lot of nose-picking going on in my childhood – I imagine that’s the same for most kids, but what do I know? It’s not like I’m a parenting coach or anything. I love asparagus, but I love my son’s fingers more – even though they probably wonder up his nose when I’m not looking. We weren’t sure just how far down you were meant to shave those asparagus bastards, but this is what it looked like when we got as close to peeling our fingers as we could. My son grabbed the potato peeler (or in this case asparagus peeler) and went to town on its ass. Can I just say I have never ever heard of shaved asparagus pizza, and though anything shaved sounds a little dirty in my mind, it was actually really cool. He was assigned the job of peeling (or shaving?) the asparagus. So, I decided to my son was having far too much fun for his own good watching YouTube unsupervised so I lured him into the kitchen promising him bananas and a good time. Stir like you have burnt shit in the past and leant a lesson. I threw what wasn’t burnt and blackened at the bottom of the saucepan in another saucepan and kept going. I’d fucked it up, but it could still be saved. Well obviously I walked away and started multitasking, and the whisking “every few minutes” turned into neglected bubbling angry frenzy which I could smell from the other room and came running in to see if I’d fucked it all up. Once the blending was done, I threw that shizzel in the saucepan like the Thugs instructed, and started to gently heat it up while whisking it every few minutes. (Can you tell I’m not a huge fan of too much screen time?) He just persisted and got louder and louder until eventually there was no more blending to be done and I had to stop before I broke the blender’s motor, and was forced to deal with his request.
I patted myself on the back for good parenting and went on my merry way, cooking and living happily ever after.ĭid that really happen? I hear you asking incredulously. So he went and got a reading book out instead. I threw in the other ingredients and hit BLEND, which was good timing because my son walked into the kitchen at that very same moment asking for the iPad, and I pretended I couldn’t hear him over the noise. I’d made the roasted garlic earlier while I made their stuffed mushrooms (a story for another day) so I jammed that in the blender to make the roasted garlic white sauce for both the pizzas. Fresh Tomato and Pesto Pizza & Shaved Asparagus Pizza
So the Buffalo Pizza will have to wait for another day. It did not disappoint, I found recipes for not one but THREE pizzas! I felt like I’d just hit the pizza jack pot until I saw one of the recipes demanded tempeh, which my sweet little fuckers, isn’t available where I live. I decided to crank my oven and make the most creative pizza my kitchen could muster…So I grabbed my Thug Kitchen cookbook (the Party one ) to hunt for recipes. Hello my little Thugs and Thugettes…Or chefs with Bad Manners.*
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