Monday Pizza Night

Blythe with a bowl of shredded cheese (none of which made it on the pizza).

Blythe with a bowl of shredded cheese (none of which made it on the pizza).

There is the cutest bakery in Highlands Square (less than a mile from our house) called The Denver Bread Company.  It smells of flour and freshly baked bread as you walk past, and if you walk in, you'll be treated to samples of whatever they have freshly baked that today.  This afternoon I stopped by and sampled a whole wheat sourdough bread and they also offered a morning bun, jalapeño cheddar, and a potato bread.  If you live in the neighborhood (or in Denver), you should absolutely stop by.

Sauce spreader.  Don't worry - I won't let B "help" when we are having guests and she did wash her hands.

Sauce spreader.  Don't worry - I won't let B "help" when we are having guests and she did wash her hands.

On Sunday and Monday, they also sell fresh pizza dough for $5.  I know how easy it is to make pizza dough at home, but without advance planning I cannot pull that off on a Monday night.  Blythe gets hungry around 5:30 PM (which is when I walk in the door from work), so if the dough isn't made we resort to feeding her whatever is in the fridge.  Not to mention, she really enjoys "helping" to make pizza.  Blythe prefers her dough uncooked, her sauce on her finger, and her tomato unsliced.  While the pizza baked, we read Secret Pizza Party, a hilarious book starring a pizza-obsessed raccoon by the authors of Dragons Loves Tacos (I have Ali to thank for introducing me and B to Dragons Love Tacos, her favorite book). 

Tomato straight from the garden.  Blythe approves.

Tomato straight from the garden.  Blythe approves.

We topped our pizza with sauce, spinach, mozzarella cheese, fresh corn, slices of tomato from the garden, and homemade ricotta.  If you've never made ricotta, please give it a try.  It is so delicious.  You can make it entirely with whole milk and skip the cream (I sub the cream for milk). Then use it to top your pizza, grilled fruit, or a slice of bread with olives or sundried tomatoes.  You won't regret it.