Pizza

Tonight I made pizza and I am so proud of myself. Please forgive me if I seem like I am bragging. For those of you who don't know me too well or are new to the blog, you should know I never cooked at home. Despite being around good cooks, I was very lazy and developed a love for fast food and processed food. So bad. After being in Sudan, I learned about cooking from scratch. No Jack N the Box there!

In Kenya and Tanzania, I have had to learn to be creative with food. If I wanted tortillas, I had to make them. At first I was nervous to cook. Now I am better at just finding a recipe and just going for it.

Lately, we have been eating simple food to keep costs down. We also have not eaten out at a restaurant in a while. Because of this, I have been craving pizza. Good pizza is hard to find in Africa. There is one place in Moshi that has decent pizza, but it's a bit pricy.

One of the items we got in the container was a toaster oven. I never had one growing up and really only thought of them for toast. Recently, it dawned on me that I could try to bake in it. At least small stuff. My first attempt - pizza. Could it be done?

We had most of the recipe items already so it wouldn't be expensive. We just needed cheese and yeast. Unfortunately the only cheese I could find was processed mozzarella slices. Not ideal, but it would have to do.

I started with the dough. It was a simple recipe and I added rosemary and marjoram (thank you to whoever sent the spice rack!). It tasted just like the bread at Macaroni Grill. Then came the sauce from fresh tomatoes. Simple and yummy. Last was putting it all together. I topped it with green peppers, onions, grilled beef and cheese.

The result - two delicious personal pan pizzas.

And George even ate it! That is a huge accomplishment for me. It was a lot of work so we won't have it everyday, but as a treat, it was awesome.

Ok. I am done tooting my own horn. Thanks for indulging me.

(Thanks to my super handy husband who fixed the oven when a fuse blew.)