This week, with all the turkey leftovers and our chock-a-block full freezer, I only bought a few things at the grocery store. So when I got home last night, I had to do a little creative cooking. We didn't really have anything that fit nicely into a meal and we were taking a break from all that turkey before we turned into turkeys. I decided to make mini-pizzas, using crescent rolls as the dough and a variety of toppings. Never said I was making a healthy dinner.
I unrolled the crescent rolls, baked them into mini-crusts, and prepared a variety of toppings using a little bit of everything we had in the fridge - spaghetti sauce, chicken, broccoli, pesto, mashed potatoes - you name it. I then mixed up some mozzarella, parmesan and cheddar cheese we had left over from various dinners past. I looked at the cheese briefly to make sure it wasn't moldy, and it looked fine. This is what writers call "foreshadowing".
Ten minutes later, we were sitting down with our smorgasbord pizzas. I was bragging to my husband about how amazing I was for throwing this all together and not going to the grocery store. I think I even said, "I am a frugal champion!" Words that I would soon eat.
We bite into the pizzas, and they're pretty good. Except... they taste like bleu cheese. And bleu cheese wasn't one of the ingredients I used. About 4 bites in, we realize that one of the three mixed cheeses must have gone bad. All together now: ewwwwwwwwww. Much to my chagrin, we figured it best to throw the pizzas away. All of last night's dinner and what should have been today's lunch. My frugality was thwarted, as the rest of the food was fine, just smothered in moldy cheese.
So I heated up a couple of cans of soup and ate those instead for dinner. I learned to always have a backup plan (notice that it wasn't take out! YAY!) and to always smell your cheese. :)
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
0 comments:
Post a Comment