fit for an 8-year-old

Experiment failed. I’d never tried Tofutti mozzarella slices before. Again, I was never a big cheese girl, but pizza’s pizza, man. So while I was at the big ol’ regular grocery store, I picked some up to throw together a quick cornmeal-crust pizza.

I felt like I was back in summer day camp, pulling a couple dollars out of the toe of my shoes with pruny little fingers so I could get a slice of crappy pizza from the pool snack bar. Such was the case even then, I would have been better off with the big pretzel.

No need for a photograph on this one. You know what it looked like, an orange, waxy mess. I had to use a paper towel to mop up the surface oil then hit it with red pepper and a bunch of spices. It was still lackluster, to say the least. It was salty; I’ll give it that.

Tom’ll use it for something, sandwiches probably, but we shan’t be making any more Tofutti pizzas. I don’t care how “sans gras de beurre” it is.

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