the other night, after working my little (okay, big) tush off at bar method, i passed by a pizza shop in soho. the smell of fresh basil and mozarella wafted out onto spring street, and i thought to myself, PIZZA. THAT IS WHAT I WANT TO EAT FOR DINNER. then i thought, no, sarah. you just burned a shit ton of calories in class and now you’re going to ruin it with an oversized slice o’ pizza? no, girl. no you are not.
so i kept walking, all the way over to the A train, and from there to the L train, and from there up first avenue. and all the while, i kept thinking, “pizza. i could order from posto. i could stop and get the cheap $1 slice in the east village.”
i should mention here that i’m not really a pizza kind of girl. i mean, if the line at pomme frite is too long and ray’s is closed (that’s a lie, ray’s is open 24 hours a day, seven days a week) and it’s 2am and i need something greasy, i’ll get a slice of pizza. but it’s never really my first choice.
i don’t know what came over me the other night, i really don’t. but after deciding i really didn’t want to eat anything BUT pizza for dinner, i realized there was really no reason to spend $16 on an overpriced (and undersized) pie from posto. especially when i could make my own! so, make my own i did. i used this recipe for the dough, and then threw on a hodge podge of stuff i had in the fridge: marinara sauce, homemade pesto, grated romano cheese, mushrooms and spring mix lettuce.
and you know what? it was pretty darn good! in fact, it’s still good right now, as i sit here eating it for a late breakfast.