I’ve shared this before, but it was when nobody cared or knew who/why I was. So it needed to be brought back around again. This is one of my favorite things I’ve ever done. It just makes me so happy.
It’s a literal pizza pie. Double crust pizza pie. Pizza crust on bottom. Filling in center. Pizza crust on top. Baked til golden brown and crispy on top and ooey gooey in the center.
So Avocado Toast is stickin’ around for a bit, yeah? People are straight up obsessed with it. There are Instagram pages dedicated to it, and only it. And I’ve made it before… I get it. Toast + Avocado. Two yummy things put together. But, see I never really make it for myself, because I never really crave toast, or bread for that matter, during the day. I have myself a giant (GIANT) hunk of my homemade sweet sourdough every single morning of my life… then I go workout… then I pretty much am wanting protein and veggies throughout the day. It’s just how I do things. I love bread and starches far too much to ‘waste’ them on something. So I control how I get my favorite food group every day. And I’m a happy camper. People think I don’t eat carbs, because I’m always having salads and such when we go out…
But nobody has ever been more wrong about anything in their lives.
Happy Saturday! Here’s one thing that will be in my glass today. It’s my take on a frozen fruit margarita – something I NEVER order because of all the syrups and sugars and such included. But they’re so fun!! Mine has only fruit and booze.
I’ve just been so darn busy, y’all. And not being able to keep up with my work over here means I owe you all an apology. I’ve still been active daily on Instagram, and have almost-daily been creating and shooting things to eventually be shared here, but unless I’m just throwing a bunch of measurements and pictures at you, I just don’t have the time to give you what I think you deserve… but today I felt like I needed to throw something quick your way to make you remember me again. A little quickie.
You have about 3 hours to go and make this for you and someone else. Or I guess they both could be for you. Or you could make as many as you want. Or you could make it sooner than 3 hours. Or in less than 3 hours.
That’s really not the point.
Just make it and drink it while you watch horses run.
I’ll spare you my opinions on horse racing, but I do love me a good theme.
And I also love me bourbon.
Because I’m a rebel.
But really, there’s actually a very good reason why I left out the third milk in the traditional Tres Leches Cake. I’ll get to that.