Friday nights are tough at the Sandwich house. Baguette is exhausted from the long week. We’re tired. We’ve learned it’s a terrible night to go out to dinner, because Baguette is just not up for it, no matter what restaurant we pick.
So we usually wind up scrounging. I’ll eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (or two). Mr. Sandwich will eat hot dogs or a quesadilla.
But this one Friday? I was too tired for that. I said, “What do you think about ordering pizza?” So we did. And that was good. And it got me thinking.
What about making Friday Night Pizza a regular thing? Not ordering it–I don’t want to spend $25 on a pizza every week, and even interacting with a delivery person seems like too much at that point.
So we started making pizza. Not entirely from scratch–we buy the crusts, and after a few experiments have settled on Boboli–but I make sauce and Mr. Sandwich grates mozzarella and slices pepperoni. Maybe I’ll cut up some vegetables, maybe I won’t. Sometimes we make our own small pizzas; sometimes we split a larger one.
And now it’s become something I really look forward to. It’s not fancy at all, but it’s something we do together at the end of a long week. It’s cozy. It tastes good. It’s nice.
It’s Friday Night Pizza.
We do Friday night pizza, too! We used to do Boboli but I switched to making the crust in an attempt to make my older daughter like it. That failed, but we liked the crust and the Smitten Kitchen lazy pizza dough recipe is super easy so we stay with it. Friday night pizza night rules.
I love that!
We usually pull out a frozen cauliflower pizza from Costco since I can’t have regular crusts anymore and ricing cauliflower is a totally thankless task.