Riot and Frolic

I have an scale of perceived adulthood based on how many vegetables I eat a week.  

I average out as a toddler.

In order to approach my actual age, or at least someone who can buy beer, I made that cauliflower-based pizza crust that's been all the rages on da blogs and da internets.  

Here is the recipe I used: [the link for the recipe I used].

It wasn't bad.  I mean, if you're looking for the guilty-pleasure kind of pizza that's laden with carbs and gluten, this isn't it.  It tastes a bit healthy, but also less like a heart attack.  Lose-win.   

The main controversy with most cauliflower-based crust recipes is that you can't pick the slice up with your hands.  A fork is required, and thus, your brain knows it's not really pizza and is on to your little ruse and tastes the cauliflower EXTRA.

But check it:

Well, brain, I've fooled you.  The small children who inhabit my house didn't fall for it, but strangely, The G did.

I recommend trying the fake pizza trend.  We can all grab a beer together afterward.

One year ago: The Garden of Good (and Barely Any Evil), in which I am sad about radishes, but happy about flowers and cement.

Two years ago: Oh snap, in which I have a new blog design, which was referring to the old blog design.