Today I am taking a defibrillator to my blog.
As you can see, blogging inactivity has become the norm for the past week or so. Sure, sure, I have plenty of excuses. Whether it was my flu/summer cold showdown, visits from my family and boyfriend, or trying out some new Ottawa restaurants, I’ve been rather busy.
I’ve also been uninspired. The second half of June left me in a slump, and it was only two days ago that I decided to finally start journeying out of my rut. Now that I have less than a month left in Canada before my big European adventure, I figured I should probably food blog all I can. Before I know it, this blog will be transformed into a storybook of my travels and lofty international tales. To say I’m excited would be an understatement.
Anyways, what better way to kickstart my July blog posts than with foods that I love? Pesto, portobello mushrooms and so much cheese. It was impossible to go wrong. Oh right, and the crust was also infused with the garlic oil Brittany got me for my birthday. All in all, this vegetarian, Natalie-friendly pizza is probably one of the best things I have ever made.
And who better to share it with than my future travel companion himself, Gord?
We gorged on this pizza, since we’re blissfully naïve and under the impression that we’ll somehow lose weight in Europe. Hah. Good one, right?
Like I said above, this pizza was amazing. Even when it was in the oven it smelt delicious. Seriously, I thought I was going to have to take it out early and eat it in a cavewoman-like manner. It was painful enough having to take my usual two dozen pictures pre-meal eating. Gord had already shovelled half a piece into his mouth while I was still plating. I can’t say that I blame him.
In the end, is there really anything more beautiful than portobello mushrooms? I think I cried a bit when I was cutting these. They’re just such a wonderful, meaty vegetable. Okay, it’s happened – I’m officially romantically involved with a vegetable.
PS: I splurged on REAL Parmesan cheese to make this pizza. I found a small, fairly inexpensive block and snatched it up before anyone could find it. There is still half in the fridge. Happy times will be had in future meals.
PPS: I couldn’t find any actual provolone cheese, so I used the slices that were packaged for sandwiches. That’s okay, right?