Tag: pizza

Christmas Eve pizza party

If you get a pizza craving on Christmas Eve, you might just be shit out of luck. Pizza places around here closed early, and I don’t blame them. But back to that pizza craving. Throw your own pizza party! Which is what we did. We bought a bunch of dough balls and had people bring toppings. Then made up a bunch of pizzas.

First out, pepperoni!

How about spinach, sausage and onion?

And a … crap, I don’t remember what this was. Update! Kevin tells me this was the baked potato pizza.

The Mexican deep dish pizza.

And a cheezeburger pizza topped with onion rings. Epic, right?

Looks like I failed to get pictures of the baked potato pizza and the chili dog pizza. Dang it.

Late night pizza

We rolled in to Seattle at about midnight, which was 3am East Coast time. So yeah, we were wrecked. And hungry. Kevin found a pizza place near where we were staying in Ballard that was open until 1:30am. And they had vegan toppings and cheese. W00t! So we headed to Juliano’s.

Juliano’s is a strange place. Apparently they do karaoke. And upon hearing that we were in town for the Portishead show, they brought up youtube videos and played them for us while we waited. Loudly.

Some random ceiling decorations:

But they had a ton of vegan meaty topping options. No, they didn’t use Daiya. Tofutti maybe? But their crust was tasty and the sauce had a nice bit of spiciness to it. And it was open!

Pizza Party! Ice Cream Cake!

Apparently all we eat is pizza and Mexican food. As I type this someone is trying to organize another Mexican potluck. Oy. I know, this is not something to complain about.

It was decided that we’d have a pizza, ice cream and cake party for Star’s pre-birthday. I made deep dish and regular crusts and everyone else brought stuff to put on ’em. Like four deep dish and 6 regular. Oh, there were leftovers shared around. While it’s lovely that there are multiple places we can go out and get pizza with vegan cheese in Atlanta now, none of them come close to the magic we create.

Building pizza is apparently dude work. Bearded dude work.

First one out, BBQ vegan chicken deep dish.

 

Mexican deep dish pizza with avocado, sour cream and hot sauce and Gyro pizza with hummus Gutenfleischer’s gyro meat and tzatziki sauce. See what I’m saying?

Cheeseburger pizza.

Meat lovers, I think.

Stuffed crust.

And Steph made this ridiculous ice cream cake: brownie topped with chocolate chip cookie dough topped with ice cream topped with whipped topping. Holy crap!

Cake innards.

I’m pretty sure all the cheese used was Daiya. It’s pretty much our cheese of choice for pizza.

Oh, look, another Mexican potluck…

Apparently we can’t stop with the Mexican potlucks. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. This time we crammed everyone into my house. It’s so not set up for entertaining. Weren’t those 50’s folks having cocktail parties and serving various things in aspic? Well, they didn’t consider that when building this house, for sure.

Albondigas soup? Oh, yes.

Starting at noon, Mexican deep dish pizza, street corn (in the foil), mango jicama salad (peeking out under the chips), tamale, diablo enchilada (butthurt special!) and guacamole.

Ice cream and cinnamon fried yum. Holy crap!

First Silver Comet Trail ride

Usually I don’t like to drive my bike somewhere to ride it. It just seems a little wrong. But there’s only so far I can ride to ride. So Monday I packed up the bike and drove up to the beginning of the Silver Comet Trail in Smyrna. After looking at the maps and mileage online, I decided to go for the Rambo trail access, 22.22 miles away. Yeah, that’s right, RAMBO. Okay, I didn’t pick it because of the name but because the next one was another 11 miles which would’ve put me over 60 miles. That’s a bit too ambitious. Nick came with me despite repeated warnings about how slow I am.

When I do rides like this, I like to go mostly without stopping to the halfway mark, then if I want to take pictures, do it on the way back. And that’s how it worked this time except in this one place. We headed onto a bridge over a railroad track just as a train was approaching. We stopped to watch it pass under and they give us a couple of honks and they pass under. Yay!

See, Rambo Trailhead. Not even making that up.

The trail is downright luxurious compared to the crappy city streets I’m used to. Okay, driving to ride has its merits. We were lucky in that it was overcast which kept the temperatures down, but the trail is largely shaded too.

After 44.4 miles, it’s time for victory pizza at Maddio’s!