Sunday Night is Pizza Night

Growing up on Sundays my Dad would go to a monthly Union Meeting, the International Typographical Union. Mom would mix pizza dough early in the morning and put it near the heating vent in the kitchen to raise. Late in the afternoon she would roll out the dough and I would be in charge of tomatoes and cheese. Mom would make at least 4 if not 5 pies at a time. She kept it simple. Just tomato and Parmesan cheese. They were the best pies ever. Forget Sally's and Pepe's. Mom's were the best.

So tonight I made pizza. I had some things I wanted to use up in the fridge. Some bacon from the upcoming Chicken, Bacon and Leeks Tart. And a half of an onion and shallot that I did not want to waste. I sauteed the onion and shallot. The cheese, some fresh mozzarella and Parmesan. It was a delicious pie.