(I am starting with a disclaimer on this one…it is my 5th ‘non-thinky’ post in a row but I have not lost my frustration, fury or angst, I am merely turning my back on them for a while. It isn’t a Christmas thing, it’s a ‘I’m tired of those people doing those things’ thing).
The title of this post refers to my Xmas Day dinner.
Yes. Sprout pizza.
As everyone knows pizza is the food of the gods and sprouts are also pretty high up there on the list of foods that should be worshipped, so of course they go together…right?
The pizza was homemade sourdough for the base and homemade pesto for the sauce and, boy oh boy, that was amazing. The sprouts were parboiled, sautéd then baked on top of their pizza goodness beds…that was not amazing. That was sprouty goodness detracting from pizzay goodness, leaving both somehow reduced.
I will learn from this…sigh, heartbroken and slightly defeated, but fortunately it has not stopped me from loving either pizzas or sprouts.
If you grew up actually using the brain in your head then you learned quickly that the world is an unfair and harsh place (sometimes). It just took me a lot longer to learn that just because you love two different things they won’t necessarily go together.
I am taking a moment to mourn the loss of my theoretical Sprout Pizza business empire (‘The Errant Sprout’?)