So for new year's we made homemade pizzas, but some of our guests didn't make it, so I had extra pizza dough and other ingredients left over.
This morning (or, to be honest, this noon) when I dragged my 13-year-old son out of bed on his last day of winter break, I made him a scrambled egg pizza.
I remember when I was in Russia, pizza had recently arrived. Eating out had mostly been either cafeteria-style or banquets in the Soviet Union, and informal cafes where you might get a meal were new, especially exotic ones. I went to one pizzeria on ul. Rubinsteina in 1987 and I recall that we stood in line on the sidewalk for quite a while to get in. But then in 1988-89 there was a pizzeria not far from my institute on ul. Volgina, so we went there fairly frequently, especially with out-of-town guests.
We marveled at the crazy ingredients -- ham, for example, or chicken and hard-boiled eggs. As Americans, we thought we knew the "right" way to make pizza. But we were wrong.
New Year's Scrambled Egg Pizza
Drizzle a pizza crust with olive oil and bake at 550 for 8 or so minutes.
In the meantime, slice some small potatoes thinly and cover with water in a saucepan. Bring to a boil. Fry in butter in a cast iron pan (it's good to add iron to your diet!) for 4-5 minutes a side. Add half a diced onion.
Take the pizza out of the oven and let it cool a little. Spread some sour cream on it, then some shredded cheese (I had about 3/4 c. of mozzarella). Sprinkle with dried basil, salt and pepper. Add a layer of fried potatoes and onions, then more basil.
Scramble four eggs in butter and add to the pizza. Salt and pepper to taste. At this point I also added chicken to one half of the pizza -- left over from the salad I had out at a Mexican restaurant last night and packed to go home to add protein to meals for my growing boy...
I had a fresh mozzarella ball, so I sliced half of it to add to the top of the pizza, then heated in the oven until the cheese melted, about 5 minutes.
Yum.
Reviews: definitely delicious. I am hoping to go cross-country skiing in the brilliant sunshine this afternoon, so I will burn off some of those cheese and sour cream calories, but I am happily sated, and so is the boy.
My photography will improve, I hope. My son tried to express sadness that I will have to make my New Year's Eve cheesecake again, since we ate it without taking a picture. Now that was delicious.
This morning (or, to be honest, this noon) when I dragged my 13-year-old son out of bed on his last day of winter break, I made him a scrambled egg pizza.
I remember when I was in Russia, pizza had recently arrived. Eating out had mostly been either cafeteria-style or banquets in the Soviet Union, and informal cafes where you might get a meal were new, especially exotic ones. I went to one pizzeria on ul. Rubinsteina in 1987 and I recall that we stood in line on the sidewalk for quite a while to get in. But then in 1988-89 there was a pizzeria not far from my institute on ul. Volgina, so we went there fairly frequently, especially with out-of-town guests.
We marveled at the crazy ingredients -- ham, for example, or chicken and hard-boiled eggs. As Americans, we thought we knew the "right" way to make pizza. But we were wrong.
New Year's Scrambled Egg Pizza
Drizzle a pizza crust with olive oil and bake at 550 for 8 or so minutes.
In the meantime, slice some small potatoes thinly and cover with water in a saucepan. Bring to a boil. Fry in butter in a cast iron pan (it's good to add iron to your diet!) for 4-5 minutes a side. Add half a diced onion.
 |
| The left side has the chicken for the boy, and the right side is vegetarian... |
Scramble four eggs in butter and add to the pizza. Salt and pepper to taste. At this point I also added chicken to one half of the pizza -- left over from the salad I had out at a Mexican restaurant last night and packed to go home to add protein to meals for my growing boy...
I had a fresh mozzarella ball, so I sliced half of it to add to the top of the pizza, then heated in the oven until the cheese melted, about 5 minutes.
Yum.
Reviews: definitely delicious. I am hoping to go cross-country skiing in the brilliant sunshine this afternoon, so I will burn off some of those cheese and sour cream calories, but I am happily sated, and so is the boy.
My photography will improve, I hope. My son tried to express sadness that I will have to make my New Year's Eve cheesecake again, since we ate it without taking a picture. Now that was delicious.
No comments:
Post a Comment