Buffalo Chicken Pizza

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Sam and I have been making pizza from scratch lately.  Not that pizza out here is bad, but particularly there is no place to get a good Buffalo Chicken Pizza.

Sam had told me once that her mom had this fantastic pizza dough recipe.  Turns out her mom knows nothing about this fantastic pizza dough recipe, so instead Sam and I use Mitch’s Pizza Dough Recipe.  It’s pretty basic, but makes great pizza dough and can be altered as you need it.  One batch of dough using the recipe makes up two pizzas.  We usually make one the first night (make the dough in the morning, pizza at night) and a second pizza either that night or the next day to take to work with us.

To make good Buffalo Chicken Pizza I got rid of the sauce and instead used a base of Blue Cheese Dressing mixed with Frank’s hot sauce.  Not a lot of each, and more hot sauce than blue cheese dressing, but just enough to give a good solid coat to the dough.  We then topped this with chicken (that has been doused with hot sauce as well) and some spices (we added some cajun spices).  Make sure to dice the chicken up pretty good so you still have chunks, but smaller chunks.  We have recently started to add a little Tapatio hot sauce for some more kick to the hotness.

Throw on cheese (Sam has some official twirl the cheese to put it on technique that just confuses me) and you’re ready to bake. We just use mozzarella or buy a bag of shredded Italian cheeses or Pizza blend to use.  Toss it in the oven at 375 for about twenty minutes and you’ve got yourself a great pizza.  Its started to become a staple around my apartment.  Its also a nice weekend activity and meal.

Saturday Morning Transgressions

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After writing my blog post this morning about being ‘beaten’ I got to work.

I wanted to organize my photos on my iphone.  I had so many that looking at them on my phone had become a hassle.  I uploaded them on to the computer, sorted them, and put the ones I wanted back on the phone.  That took a lot longer than I thought it would.

I then fixed a couple videos that weren’t playing properly on my external harddrive.

Then I really got to work.  I picked up the living room, organized it, and vacuumed.  I then proceeded to the kitchen where I did some dishes (there are still some left over), tackled both litter boxes, took out two bags of garbage, bagged up the recyclables to be returned, swept and mopped.

I then sniffed the ferret, discovering that she hadn’t had a bath in a while and really needed one.  So I bathed the ferret and after toweling her dry decided it was my turn to shower.

The bedroom is a mess, and there’s laundry to be done, but I’m taking a break to go get some coffee and draw for a little bit.  I also want to clean out my medicine cabinent.  Its a mess, and I’m sure there is expired medicine in there.

Anyways.  That’s the plan.  I feel like going out tonight.  That does depend on my energy later on.  And some phone calls I need to make.  Also, I have to pay rent.  I’ll do that now I suppose.

Beaten

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By the time I got home Thursday night I just felt… I don’t know.  Beaten maybe.  Just like the world had sort of won and I was crushed.  From no specific thing in particular, but just that I needed recovery.  Of course I had just started P90X on Sunday and had to workout Thursday night and even crawled into bed at not a horrible hour.

When I woke up on Friday it was still there.  That dragging feeling.  That feeling of being beaten.  But I picked myself and dragged myself to work.  I had little upswings, 15 minutes here and there where I felt better, but it didn’t go away.  Friday night I worked out and got myself some 3 Cheeser Bread from Hungry Howie’s and watched movies on the couch.  I’m pretty sure if I wasn’t exercising I would have hit the whiskey right away.  But I didn’t.  I haven’t drank in a while.

This morning I feel better.  I’ve got some coffee and am planning on doing some cleaning before heading out for whatever it is I’m going to accomplish today.  But this guy… had a day and a half of just feeling completely off, beaten, or whatever you want to call it.  It sucked.  And it certainly wasn’t a fast passing time.