Saturday, October 9, 2010
Ladd and I consider a pizza shell to be nothing more than a blank canvas. If we're in the mood for a favorite stand-by, it's BBQ chicken pizza; classic comfort always leads to margarita or white pizza (my favorite!); something all wrapped up will take us down the road of stuffed pizza or stromboli. With pizza, we become culinary artists.
It was about a year or so ago that we were visiting family in the northeast and we happened upon a bit of a dodgy pizza parlor one afternoon. Truth be told we were feeling a bit "spent" from the night before and just wanted something to-go with enough "umph" to it to make us feel human again. Ladd ordered a Mexican Pizza and I looked at him like he'd just stepped out of the loony bin. "You're never going to like that. It's too... out there for you." Open mouth, insert foot. He did like it, and so did I as I pushed aside my mediocre meal and began stealing away at his.
There was nothing memorable about that pizza joint other than its Mexican pizza. I don't know the name, hardly remember where it was, and certainly have forgotten what I even ordered. However, Ladd's pizza choice stuck with me, and when I wanted to try a new pizza last week, this is the one I went for. It's everything you love on a taco without the corn tortilla. There's the comforts of pizza- fresh dough, gooey-stretchy cheese- with a few non-traditional ingredients and a little spice kicked in. Swapping in a tomatillo salsa for the traditional red sauce is one of my favorite things about this pizza. It's the perfect blanket for the pizza dough. I recommend a fork and knife, bottle of hot sauce and an icy cold Mexican beer in a frosty mug.
To finish: top with shredded ice burg lettuce and a dollop of cool sour cream. We put out the hot sauce as well!