On a foodie level, this time of the year is a little bitter sweet. While I am ready to say goodbye to the long, cold winter, I am hesitant to say goodbye to my fall and winter cooking. My dinged up, decades old stock pot receives plenty of love and use over the course of those six months. So many hearty, heart-warming, slow-cooked soups, sauces, and family favorites have emerged from it. Their scents have filled our home and taken the chill from the air. They’ve put the comfort in food.
I’m not sure that I have ever met a teenager who didn’t like pizza. My teens are no exception. While not a regular item on our meal menu, we do indulge in pizza occasionally. As a mom, I must admit that I do have a problem calling pizza a meal. There’s little to balance out the carbohydrate load, and any vegetables or meat that is added is minimal in amount or processed beyond recognition.
So today I decided to tackle this issue head on with my Sloppy Joe Pizza.
My garden is growing well. It’s not all pretty or terribly organized or free of weeds, but it is growing. Lacinato kale, basil, and green beans have been reliable producers (and have been oh so delicious this year). I have an out-of-control spaghetti squash plant that has affixed itself to my air conditioning unit. There are the beginnings of several watermelon (which seem really late to me). And, finally, my tomato plants. Well, they are out of control. The tomato bed looks like an untamed jungle. There are plenty of green tomatoes waiting to ripen and once they do (likely all at the same time), I will be inundated with these delicious gems.