I like all kinds of pizza, but this is the pizza of my childhood and I love it. I've never heard it called St Louis pizza though, it was just pizza king pizza. I grew up in a funeral home and on nights me and my brother were shut in the basement living quarters during calling hours, pizza king pizza was our treat (bribe) to keep us quiet. It's best extra crispy, put through the oven twice.
Thank you! This exactly what I've been looking for.
elangomatt, the kind of masher you have is what I use to break up the meat. In my opinion it works better.
I've been doing this for twenty years. I started doing it when I had a toddler and didn't have time to stand at the stove and break up the meat into tiny pieces. I've found the square style potato masher works the best, the meat doesn't get stuck in the tiny holes the way it does with the traditional round smasher.
My cousin married an Italian American man and her in-laws have this every Sunday, anyone who wants to drop by can help themselves. They use chicken thighs (I think, some kind of chicken anyway), slabs of pepperoni and a pork roast. I tried to duplicate it, but it came out a greasy mess. I'll try this recipe to see if I have better luck.
In Indiana that would have been called goulash. I don't think my mom ever made it. I only ever had it at school and that was more than enough for me.
Forgot to give my rating.
I made this tonight for dinner. My husband is out of town so I halved the recipe. My sixteen year old daughter kept going behind my back, eating the sauce directly out of the pan with a spoon. Than she asked if she could lick the pan after I poured everything into the baking dish. And here I was afraid she wouldn't like it because of the peppers. It was pretty delicious.
Guess what I'm making when we go camping in October? I'm sure this could work in a dutch oven as well.
Try freezing them, you won't be able to stop eating.
scalfin, I was with you up until that last bit. It was unnecessary and what does it say about you and your own prejudices?
I like my cornbread on the sweet side and even better, I like my cornbread dosed in syrup.
My Grandmother had an iron clad rule, one should never talk politics, religion or frozen puff pastry at the dinning room table.
Not me, but you'd get along with my daughter. She tears off the crispy ends and eats the middle part of the fry only.
Instead of granulated sugar, I use brown sugar in the batter.
We drank cucumber margarita's all last summer. Seems so strange, but they're so refreshing. We add a little triple sec.
I get aggravated when I bring a really nice wine for my host and they open "my" wine for all to enjoy. It's a gift to them to enjoy later and I often come out and tell them so!! If I'm asked to bring wine that's another thing entirely. I'm often asked to bring wine on thanksgiving for all of us. I always leave the remaining unopened bottles for my dad to enjoy.
Fry it until the fire alarm goes off. It works every time.
Vegetables and meat.
Just had these for the first time in Puerto Rico and had to come home and try to make them. They are so ridiculously easy. I fried mine in canola oil.
I thought this article was hilarious! I think it's interesting people say they overeat at buffets. I find I'm the exact opposite. To me, it seems eating such a variety of foods makes me feel full faster. One plate and I'm done.
Soups have become my comfort food. My favorite is this beer cheddar soup from delish http://www.delish.com/recipefinder/beer-cheddar-soup-recipe-fw1111 I also like a corn chowder with chili's from the Pioneer woman.
I've only ever had pickled beets which I love, but on pizza?? I don't think so, but I don't know how they taste without pickling them.
I think some people are super tasters, their taste buds are more sensitive. I would suggest starting off with bland dishes if you cook anything new. Don't over salt and go light on the pepper and other seasonings. Maybe try a chicken and rice casserole, basically build on the things she already eats.
I live in Indiana and never liked the pie, it's to sweet. However my step dad loves it and he normally doesn't like desserts. Go figure.