Whenever I eat pizza I think of the movie, Do The Right Thing. I haven’t seen the movie in years, but I can’t order a slice and not think of Radio Raheem saying “Two slices.” Ahhhh, Spike Lee and the 90’s.
I used to consider myself a pizza purist. By that I mean I stuck to traditional American toppings – pepperoni, mushrooms, black olives, green peppers and onions. I’ll eat any of those toppings in any combination. I don’t like sausage and Canadian Bacon is OK but I prefer pepperoni.
There are those that swear by the quirky pizzas like Buffalo Chicken, Bacon Cheeseburger, Mac-n-Cheese or any other fusion pie, but when I get a craving for pizza, I want a traditional crust, sauce and toppings.
Last month I went out for my friend, Janis’ birthday. We went to Urbn Pizza for drinks and dinner (it’s so trendy they don’t even put the a in Urban). I checked out the menu before I went to see what kind of deliciousness I would be dining on. All I saw were a lot of strange topping combinations which were undoubtedly wonderful, but there was not one traditional pizza option on the menu.
And then I saw the Mashed Potato. The description was White pie w/ mozz, pancetta, fresh mozz, parm. Now we’re cookin’ with fire. That pizza was soooooo damn good. There was a perfect amount of cheese, pancetta and potato.
I love a carb overload when it involves potatoes. One of my favorite things to eat with Thanksgiving leftovers is mashed potato sandwiches. Something about carb on carb makes me happy.
Tonight I made my own mashed potato pizza. I didn’t use all the fancy ingredients like they did at Urbn Pizza. I started with my favorite crust recipe. This is the best crust I have ever made. It’s super easy and you don’t need to have a mixer, even though it says it in the instructions. I just use a wooden spoon. I like to give my crust a little pre-bake before I put my topping on so it’s a little firmer. Oh, and don’t bake it at 350 degrees – jack it up to 450.
Once my crust had cooked for about 5 minutes, I topped it with 2 servings of instant mashed potatoes, a cheddar/mozzarella cheese mix and some bacon. I threw it back in the oven for about 7 or 8 minutes and then topped it with a little olive oil drizzle.
This was fantastic! I ate half of it myself. Ryan made the mistake of leaving a piece behind and going for the pepperoni pizza I made. I, of course, ate it and then he claimed it was a test and I failed. I told him he failed – we have been married for almost 9 years. If he thinks I’m going to pass up eating all of my favorite foods on one convenient little square of dough, he is mistaken.