Tonight was one of those nights when the temperature is lurking somewhere between 45 and 50 degrees and it's just barely starting to get dark at 7:00 and all I wanted was pizza. And not a single pizza-ish ingredient was there to be found.
There was no tomato sauce, no tomatoes that could be turned into sauce, no veggies of any kind besides some ancient romaine lettuce leaves becoming one slimy mass in the back of the crisper, and the only cheese in the whole house was this:
There was, however, plenty of flour, yeast, and water to make a reasonable amount of dough. There were three non-moldy onions in the pantry. And there were some greasy, withered mushrooms that were going to be fed to the pet snail, but that he would simply have to do without.
They were sauteed in some olive oil until golden brown. The onions were thinly sliced and cooked over low heat in a marvelous amount of butter with a little sugar added at the end, until they were nice and sweet and sexy.
The dough was stretched onto a greased pizza pan. The sauce was spread evenly over it and topped with the mushrooms, onions, and a bit of thyme and pepper. I drizzled a bit of truffle oil over the pie as well, because even though I don't have a single tomato in my refrigerator, I somehow have a bottle of truffle oil.
It was baked at 400 degrees F. until everything was golden brown and bubbly.
And, folks, it was DA BOMB.
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