I love pizza. I miss good pizza. Being from Chicago you don’t realize that there is really bad pizza in the United States. No, seriously bad pizza. I don’t understand how I could move 5 hours away, but the pizza does not even resemble, well, pizza.
So, to my dear family that I know reads my blog (right????), this is NOT Ed and Joe’s Taco Pizza. I’m sorry. This is mom’s recipe though, so if you’re unhappy blame her. We always blame our mothers when something is wrong. But, trust me, you won’t be calling her and criticizing this pizza, you will be telling her how delicious it is! Okay, scratch that. You won’t do that because we always forget to say THANK YOU for the good things in life (funny how we never fail though to complain when something goes wrong).
Anyways, you can whip up a pizza like this in no time by making crust from Pillsbury or Better Crocker!. I use two envelopes of the Betty Crocker and press them into a large cookie sheet (with sides). Of course I use my Pampered Chef large bar stone. Wow, this paragraph is like one big advertisement.
Moving on, make this pizza for dinner. Then, eat the entire pizza. Then complain that your pants don’t fit. Then call mom and blame it on bad genes.
I LOVE YOU MOM, THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING! (hope that covers me for awhile)