Pizza! Pizza!

Hello (blog)world– it’s me, Elizabeth.  You may not remember me, as it has been almost 4 weeks since I’ve said hello.

I’m sorry for abandoning you – it’s been a long, busy month.

So since I haven’t been blogging, what have I been doing?

1. Training.  I’ve spent roughly 11 hours a week swimming, running, and biking.  Which is a lot of time for someone who doesn’t have a whole lot to spare. 
2. Racing (and planning for racing). 
3. Eating.  A lot.  Turns out when you’re on the bike for 4+ hours at a time, you’re pretty hungry when you get off. 

These days, I find it is common that I can go from a little hungry to ready to eat someone in approximately 3 minutes.  But I’m also pretty tired and time-strapped, so meals have become far less elaborate (uh, not that you could call my meals elaborate before) and far quicker to prepare.

Enter:  pizza.

More specifically, delivery pizza.  As in, from a restaurant that takes your phone order and credit card info, prepares your pizza, then delivers it to you ready to eat.

Oooey, gooey cheesy pizza.  I thought I would never be able to experience the joy that is ordering pizza again. 

Several weeks ago, I received an email from Laurie at Picasso’s Pizza in Dallas.  They are a pizza-burger-grill joint that has an extensive to-go and delivery menu.  Matt orders from them frequently, but up until now, I hadn’t been able to.

Laurie emailed that her good friend is a Celiac and that their newly developed GF dough was made in a separate, GF part of the kitchen and their entire staff is well-trained on the allergy.  The crust is gluten, corn, dairy, and xanthan-gum free.

GF pizza toppings:

Pepperoni

Grande Hand Sliced Pepperoni

Bacon

Canadian Bacon

Salami

Proscuitto

Freshly Ground Hamburger

Steak Fajita Meat

Shrimp

Anchovies

Artichoke Hearts

Avocado

Eggplant

Garlic

Jalapenos

Olives Black

Olives Green

Mushroom

Mushroom Portobello

Onion Red

Onion Sweet Maui

Bell Pepper Green

Bell Pepper Yellow

Bell Pepper Red

Peppers Roasted

Pepperoncini

Pineapple

Spinach

Squash Yellow

Tomato

Tomato Roma

Zucchini

Cheddar

Feta

Gouda

Monterrey Jack

Mozzarella

Muenster

Provolone

Ricotta

Swiss

And the taste?  Awesome.  The crust is thicker than my homemade crust, but it resembles the pizza of your youth (for me, Pizza Hut or Dominoes or Pizza Shuttle [in Norman, OK]) more closely.

Sometimes – ok, a lot of times – when I’m trudging up a hill, thinking that I might die, I make a deal with myself.  Keep pedaling, and I can order pizza as soon as I get home. 

It’s not a hard deal to take.  If I were to stop pedaling, I’d tumble backwards down said hill and probably get run over by some rancher in his big truck (there are a plethora of those in rural Texas). 

So, up the hill towards pizza it is.  And ice cream, because one small pizza just ain’t going to do it after 65 miles of hills and wind.  Right?