The Sweetie found a recipe for barbequed pizza and was instantly obsessed.  I’d find the magazine lying open to the photo of the pizza, our conversations began to revolve around pizza options and he started reading topping variations to me as a bedtime story. Unable to stand the food porn anticipation any longer, we invited my parents over for pizza last night.

It would have been a lovely evening for a barbeque, if it had been LATE SEPTEMBER. It is JULY. In July I want to be fanning myself and wiping strands of sweaty hair from the back of my neck and swatting at flies and pulling my damp clothes away from my body. I was accused of being a cold blooded reptile by my cool weather apologist loved ones, but otherwise it was a perfect evening.

The barbequed pizza was scrumptious. The Sweetie rolled out store bought pizza dough, threw it on the hot grill, let it cook, then added crushed san marzano tomatoes, garlic, meat for my carnivorous parents, grilled veggies for me, cheese, then closed the lid to melt the cheese and let everything warm up. The pizza was smoky, rich and delicious. It was a perfect summer/late September meal.

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