Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Denver, Part Two: Mother's Day Breakfast Pizzas


All the mothers were invited for brunch at John and Natalie's. And those of us who weren't mothers (John, Jack and I) crashed the party anyway. Well, John and I were doing the cooking. He had decided he wanted to make breakfast pizzas. So while Natalie, her mom, my mom and Marsha played with (D)wyatt, John and I trashed the kitchen. Unfortunately, my brother the photographer didn't take any pictures of prep or the final product, and I didn't want to get olive oil and food bits all over Nat's phone, but the pizzas were very good.  We made several, but below I've outlined it for one. John uses a pre-made dough from Whole Foods. You can make your own pizza dough if you like, but this was awfully convenient.

Preheat the oven to 400F. Use a pizza stone if you have one. Peel a couple of yukon gold potatoes and then grate them. Set the potatoes aside in a colander to drain. Cook about a half pound of ground Italian sausage in a medium pan over medium heat. When it's browned, drain it paper towels. Roll out the pizza dough as thin or thick as you want it. Put it on a pizza peel sprinkled with cornmeal if you are using a pizza stone, or put it on a pan. Brush the dough with olive oil and sprinkle it with a little Kosher salt and black pepper and basil and parsley. Or rosemary - that would be good, too. We used dry herbs, but fresh would be better. Squeeze the grated potatoes to remove as much of the water as possible. I kind of mooshed them around in some paper towels to get them dry. Spread the potatoes evenly over the dough, then sprinkle with kosher salt and pepper. Spread the Italian sausage and about a cup of shredded asiago or cheddar cheese over the top. Crack an egg on each side of the pizza and put it in the oven.  Bake it for about 15 – 20 minutes, until the crust is done, the cheese is bubbly and the eggs are set.

Sorry there are no food pictures. Here's a baby.


After breakfast, John wanted to get pictures of the mothers with (D)wyatt, so we trooped outside. That baby up there who normally smiles anytime a camera is stuck in his face scowled like Jabba the Hut for the entire photo shoot. He was not pleased.


See? And that's one of his better faces. He wasn't being openly hostile.


Not at all happy. But we thought it was hilarious. Poor kid is doomed to be ridiculed a lot.

It was a lovely Mother's Day. If you'd like to cook a breakfast pizza for your mother, here's the .pdf.

So check back - same bat channel. There's no cooking in the rest of my Denver trip, but there were adventures with baby ducks, bunnies and Bigfoot!

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