I love pizza. Pepperoni, in my opinion is the only way to go. My love affair with it started with the pies from Tio Pepe’s in Bermuda when I was a little girl, and I’ve remained faithful to it ever since. I have never visited the island without going to Tio’s at least once.
Now you may already know that the hubster hates cheese. Clearly his other qualities more than make up for it, but it does mean I don’t get pizza often. If we order in I don’t like ordering from two separate places as they don’t arrive at the same time and I’d rather eat together. So I decided to make my own little pizza cups, plus a cheese free version for him.
Obviously I wasn’t going to make my own dough, it was £1 in asda which was plenty for 12 pizza cups and a cheeky bit extra.
I put the chopped tomatoes in the blender with the herbs/spices, tomato paste and all the pepperoni save for 12 slices (OK fine, 14, I ate two) and blitzed it up. I then used a glass to cut out circles of dough and stretched them out a bit, then put them into an oiled muffin tray.
The baby chose this point to start having a mini meltdown. I don’t know much about pizza dough but I figured it probably wouldn’t do well being left to sweat on the side so I put the baby in his highchair and threw bits of toast at him to buy me some time.
I spooned the sauce in, with some grated cheddar on mine, then topped all of them off with a slice of pepperoni. I finished mine off with some mozzarella and made little dough hearts for the top of hubby’s because I’m adorable.
They took about 25 minutes to cook at 200°, so whilst that was going on I thought I’d better do some sort of vegetation so we don’t get scurvy or whatever. If you can buy a cucumber and use it before it turns to sludge you are a rare and talented breed. Determined not to let it happen this time, I grated it up in the food processor along with a peeled carrot. I removed the seeds of the cuc so the salad wasn’t too ‘wet’ but I should have squeezed or strained them a bit too. I made the same dip as I used in my spicy wedges post and used it as a dressing.
Et voila! I used a food ring to present the salad. As I was doing it I felt the strangest combination of self satisfaction and self hatred. I know, things are getting a little out of hand now. What am I becoming?
Success! I got my pizza fix and even hubby had seconds!
The remaining bit of dough I put in a shallow cake pan with butter, brown sugar and cinnamon and baked. No biggie. I could have eaten the lot but I forced Hubby to follow my blog to bolster up the numbers, so he’d have caught me out.