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 With two growing boys in my house, pizza is a staple. Granted, it's not overly healthy, but some could argue it has health benefits because the pie is topped with meats and veggies. At least...that's my older son's viewpoint.
I'm not a fan of the frozen pizza (who knows what's in those), so when I have time, a homemade pizza graces our weekend table. In honor of pizza week, I'm sharing my recipe for Bianco Pizza con pomodori arrostiti (White Pizza with Roasted I grew up in a tame, Southwestern household--sedate by my standards now. My father, retired military, was an engineer for the state highway department during the day, and a rancher at night and on the weekends. Mama was an ex-gospel singer, sacrificing an opportunity to perform at the Grand Ol' Opry (and touring with celebs like Hank Williams), for marriage and raising a family. Both parents were fun-loving, but worked hard from dawn to dusk on our strip of prairie sod, and ventured no further than town (20 miles away) for groceries, and church on Sundays. I was a mischievous child, and often tried the sanity of my dear mother by crawling, in my best dress, under the church after the pastor's son. I tested her self-control on several occasions, by announcing to the congregation that the Cracklin' Oat Squares she brought (in a plastic baggie) to keep me quiet during services were not cereal pieces, but was in fact, cat food. But my crowning moment of mischief was when I brought a weanling filly into the house. It's no wonder the dear lady grayed prematurely. But all that pales in comparison to what I've endured. Since becoming a parent, I've had my nose broken, been left behind at a city park (no one realized I was missing from the car), fallen head-first into a Christmas tree, chased a strange car across a parking lot (believing it was mine), swallowed a fly, and played bob for cell phones in the toilet. Yes, anything can happen in my family, and it often does. I wouldn't change it for the world. Below is an excerpt from my story Turkey Troubles and Chasing Aprons. If you'd like to read more, it can be purchased on Kindle for $.99 at Amazon. I'd appreciate it greatly if you'd vote for it in the SHORT STORY section of the P&E contest. The stories are listed in ABC order. Thanks!  |
 A little info about me... Award-winning author (and sometimes illustrator) Debbie Roppolo grew up in the Blackland Prairie region of Texas, where miles of grassland and her horse stimulated very imaginative adventures and served as writing fodder for later years. She had to do something with those memories; having tea parties with chickens was too good to keep to herself.
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