Because two family members (Alicia and me) are actively involved in pursuing higher education these days, most of my Paul’s and my date nights entail something like sitting by the pond with a glass of wine and watching the sun go down. Sometimes, if we’re really splashing out, we go to the local pizzeria to pick up and bring home a pizza. It’s good pizza. But two weeks ago, my Paul came home with pizza stone instead.
A month ago, I made sure we didn’t waste surplus tomatoes by making them into salsa, and rhubarb by making it into chutney, but what do you do when you have a plethora of bell peppers? I mean, I suppose we could pickle them, but we’re not even sure if we would like them. We planted peppers in the garden for the first time this year, and, besides the raspberries, they’ve probably done the best of anything out there all season. We have a lot of peppers. By which I mean a lot of peppers.
Last weekend we took out the pizza stone, rolled out some dough, and put on pizza sauce, sausage, onions, black olives, mozzarella cheese and lots and lots of peppers.
It was mighty delicious. I suspect the local pizzeria won’t be seeing us for a while.
Next up: Stuffed peppers . . . if either of us can get motivated enough to finish tackling this lot.