So, having bought all the ingredients for Jamie's fish pie, I got home and decided I couldn't be bothered, besides, nobody would appreciate it today.
And so, arriving in from Spinney's with a bag of ingredients, I inspected the cupboards to see what else I might make that would require almost zero effort before I hit on the brilliant idea of pizza made from Wurzel bread (love that name, I only buy it cos it makes me think of Wurzel Gummidge 'Ooh Aunt Thally, a cup of tea and a thlice of cake!)
Opening a bottle of wine, I carefully filled a glass before slicing the Wurzel loaf lengthways. Taking a cautious sip, I spread tomato passata over the loaf. Taking another sip, I then sprinkled Emmental over it.
Taking a big swig now, I placed the makeshift pizza on a baking tray and placed it in the oven.
Pouring another glass, I waited ten minutes until the pizza was bubbling. I then searched for an oven glove, but alas, there was none. Using a hand towel from the bathroom, I removed the baking tray. Taking a sip, I attempted to slice up the wurzel pizza -- burning my fingers, I decided to wait a minute before trying again.
Becoming impatient, I sliced it anyway before placing the slices on a plate, I then sprinkled them with torn up parsley leaves. Another sip et voila! The children and DH wolfed them down leaving me to suspect that I might in fact be the new Keith Floyd...
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| Wurzel pizza and a hair of the dog glass of vino...just call me Keith! |
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