So last night I promised my husband some sort of romanesque pizza for dinner. Something with lots of artichokes and parmesan cheese. About 30 minutes away from dinner I realized we didn't have any artichokes and quickly started to panic.
Much like the time I made
potato pizza, I began scrutinizing each and every vegetable in my house as a potential pizza topping. When I laid my eyes on a bag of brussels sprouts I immediately dismissed the idea as crazy, "There's no way brussels sprouts are going to work on a pizza, don't kid yourself."
But then oddly enough, something in my brain began rationalizing how this could indeed work. "Brussels sprouts taste good with cheese and bacon...maybe if they're sliced really thin...maybe if I just don't say anything about it my husband won't notice..."
Well the last part is definitely not true. He did notice. But like a polite husband who is grateful for a meal on the table when he arrives home from work, he didn't say a word.
And lucky for both of us, he didn't need to. This pizza was great.