On Wednesday, before my big adventure began, I went to my friend Brittany's for dinner. I took the spinach pizza, Brittany made quesadillas, there was salad, hummus and dip, wine, and cookies. Everything was lovely and delicious and I met some new friends, which is always nice.
Obviously, this is the finished pizza. I went simple, just marinara and mozzarella cheese. I completely understand the temptation to get low fat cheese, but it's just not worth it. Get the real stuff, use less. It's oh so much better in so many many ways.
I thought the pizza turned out well. I wasn't entirely sure what to expect, as I've never had anything like this before, but it was crispier than I had anticipated. I was worried that since you don't squeeze/drain the spinach at all that it could turn into a soggy mess, but it held up pretty well. We cut it into fairly small pieces, which I think was also helpful; it's not quite firm enough to hold like you would a regular piece of pizza.
These are the dillas. They were awesome, just refried beans, cheese, and a few of them had jalapenos, which I loved. But she crisped up the tortilla before adding the ingredients, which I think made a big different. I'm definitely going to that from now on. There was also this delicious, fancy salsa that I need to track down.
This is Brittany's cat Puck. He's great, loves to snuggle, and is super fluffy. It's too bad that he's afraid of dogs and Milton is afraid of everything, because we'd love for them to be friends. Maybe they can be like Internet friends who don't regularly hang out, but they chat a lot? I'll look into it.
I didn't take a lot of pictures because I was busy having fun. But I think that's really more what it's about anyhow. Thanks for having me Brittany!
Also, this happened last night. I teared up a little bit when they loaded her onto the truck (yes, I'm aware that I am emotionally attached to this car to a degree that is potentially abnormal). It's still unclear if she can be fixed or if she's gone for good.