Sunday, January 29, 2017

Woman Does Not Live On Gas Station Chicken Alone

Last night, Farmer H and I had pizza for supper. Don't act so surprised! You know that's the other food group around the Mansion. Woman does not live on gas station chicken alone!

This pizza was homemade. Well. Kind of homemade. If you count a prepared crust bought in a 3-pack from The Devil's Playground, topped with assorted frozen, canned, and processed foods, as homemade. But for the Mansion, it was homemade.

Farmer H is a pepperoni fiend. I can't stand the stuff myself. It gives me heartburn. In fact, during the summer, when The Pony was here, we would sometimes have DiGiorno's pizza for lunch. I bought the Supreme, and picked the peppers and other stuff off half of it for The Pony, right down to the cheese, because that's all he likes. Sometimes I could sneakily leave a couple sausage pellets on there so he got more protein, and while he noticed it like a pea-feeling princess, he choked it down. I took the pepperoni off the whole pizza, and stuck it in the freezer for sweetening up Farmer H's frozen pizza in the future.

Yeah. Last night, I used that pepperoni on Farmer H's homemade pizza. It was still good! I had bought some sliced pepperoni for that purpose, but I figured I could use up the saved stash first. He also wanted mushrooms (half a drained can from Save A Lot) and onion (a quarter of a small diced white one--more for me). The sauce was a few spoonfuls from a jar of Save A Lot pizza sauce. It's way better than The Devil's pizza sauce. I even use it for pasta sometimes. The only thing better (around THIS Mansion) is Chef Boyardee canned pizza sauce.

I wanted my pizza to be BBQ Chicken. So I put down some Save A Lot (I really need to get monetized since I promote them so much) Hickory Smoked BBQ Sauce on my crust. Then some Tyson Pulled Chicken that I keep in the freezer in individual servings (my serving being about 1/5 of the bag, which comes to 160 calories in case anybody is interested). Next I added my diced onion. And I topped both our pizzas with some shredded mozzarella and garlic salt. (By my calculations, this whole mini pizza had around 600-700 calories. I didn't measure the cheese precisely.)

These were the thin crust version, and baked for 7-10 minutes. I forgot to get a a picture of Farmer H's pepperoni, which was most likely in its final bite, sliding down his esophagus, when I snapped a photo of mine.


Not much to look at. But it was better than a Big Salad, a Supreme Flounder, and a Mackinaw Peach, all rolled into one.

5 comments:

Sioux said...

Homemade pizza. That's one of my favorites.

I think the deluxe tour should include some food--something tasty, made with love from HM's kitchen...

fishducky said...

It looks good; that's about as homemade as it gets around here, too!!

Hillbilly Mom said...

Sioux,
What? For FREE? I will sell Hillmomba Homeade Vittles at my concession stand. Chex mix, Oreo cake, Super Nachos, towering bowls of vegetable beef soup...the menu is not yet set in stone. We'll also be selling whatever is already lettered on those signs Farmer H buys at the auction.

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fishducky,
It looked better in person. My hand-me-down phone has problems taking pictures indoors. I am not a gourmet cook. Or even a cook, though the #1 son calls me a Short-Temper Cook. I am more of a can-opening warmer-upper. The temper thing may be accurate, though.

Kathy's Klothesline said...

I wish I felt like eating! Tired of chicken soup, but my throat hurts so bad! Now I want a pizza!

Hillbilly Mom said...

Kathy,
You might want to get checked for strep. But don't take ALL pills of a z-pack in one dose, like Farmer H advised me last time I went to Not Very Convenient Care.

I feel your pain. Well. Not ALL of it. Just the upper side of my left mouth area. Sinus pain, I'm sure, since it's not throbbing like one specific tooth. Pushing my nose sideways makes it feel better.

When I have a sore throat and a cold, hot & sour soup is the miracle cure. I swill it right out of the plastic container!