Ok, ok, it was goat cheese on the pizza, not old socks.
But my taste buds sure were convinced.
I thought I would be adventurous and try goat cheese since so many people had raved and raved about it. Surely so many people could not be wrong! As it turns out, insanity must be running rampant in society. I guess there really is not safety in numbers.
This meal really was a disaster from the beginning. For some reason, my trusty pizza dough recipe was a disaster. I am starting to wonder if my “3 cups of flour” is a typo. I think 2 cups would have been plenty. So I had excessively dry dough that would not spread on the pan. Then I realized I was out of tomato sauce.
Wouldn’t you think that puree-ing some tomatoes and adding spices with a little balsamic vinegar would create a pretty decent tomato sauce? Somehow I ended up with what looked like dry, pale orange….vomit. I am sorry, there is no more pleasant way to phrase it.
The spinach and tomatoes did not cause any problems. In fact, the tomato slices were toasted to perfection, when the pizza came out of the oven.
But then came the goat cheese. Blergh. Old socks. That’s all I have to say.