your goose is probably only half-baked at this point

I have a wicked weakness for pizza, which is stupid because pizza is Not Good for Me and expensive. Its only redeeming quality these days is that it's a 7,000-step walk from my house to the pizza shop and back, and that's kind of negated by the fact that I get home and eat the entire pizza in one go , then fall asleep in a food coma. My relationship with pizza is complex and troubled, let me tell you. Today, we got home from our walk (same 7k-step walk, mind you, only we bought doughnuts instead of pizza, my body weeps) and I got all feisty watching my partner wash the pan he uses to make me quesadillas. What if, I thought, I (and by "I" I mean "he") made a quesadilla with mozzarella cheese and some Italian spices, then dipped it in pizza sauce? Would I get something vaguely pizza-ish? The answer is a resounding YES. It's not got the consistency of pizza, but it has the flavor, which is what I find I crave. And it's small, which means I can gor...

I've re-discovered omelettes recently, and I'm not really sure why I'm liking them so well these days. Maybe because there's no meat in them now, unlike I did back when I first learnt to make omelettes, and meat tends to smell like a wet dog, to me? Dunno. Regardless, we're eating omelettes at least three times a week, these days, and I think I might be in love. This recipe came about thanks to my parents and their trip to Italy ... oh heavens, it's been two years now, where did time go? Anywho, they went to Italy, discovered margarita pizzas, my dad made some for me when I visited, and then I promptly didn't make them for myself because failure. Until now. First time I made this meal, I'd come home late from a long day at work, eaten an irresponsible number of leftover birthday baked goods, indulged in an irresponsible number of mimosas (which is two, I am such a lightweight), and then opted for pacing around the house to get 5k extra steps on my ...